The Dandelion Clock

By Stephen Couch

Horror short story. In the depths of the Great Depression, a Panhandle family finds a mysterious contagion may make more than their dreams blow away with the wind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephen Couch
• Release date: Feb 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465948700

Stephen Couch

Stephen Couch is a writer, a computer programmer, a cover band vocalist, an award-winning audio drama producer, and a lifelong Texan. His short fiction has appeared in such venues as Talebones, Mountain Magic: Spellbinding Tales of Appalachia, and the Stoker Award-finalist Horror Library Vol. 3.

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The Dandelion Clock

By Stephen Couch

Published by Mere Moments Publishing at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Stephen Couch

Cover image 'Still Life' copyright © 2012 Paul Vasarhelyi/Photos.com

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The Dandelion Clock

Roy came busting in from playing outside, from playing in the dirt -- there was nothing but dirt to play with -- and said, King George is sick.

How do you mean, sick? I asked, not looking up from my catalog. The boy saw permanent doom and disaster wherever he looked, and I'd grown to treat his claims as less than serious