The Game

By June Faramore

In The Game, Lucas White is haunted by the memories of his adventure at the bar. He sees the mulberry man in his dreams, and spends his days checking his lips for signs of the juice. After a fiasco at his niece's Easter egg hunt, the visions of lavender hair will not leave Lucas alone, and his sister stops letting him visit.

The separation from her imagination and laughter brings him to the edge of his sanity, and when his sister calls to ask him to take Cassie to her school's party, he accepts, with thanks. While skating with Cassie, Lucas is hit by the fruit again, and transported to a game of life and death.

This is a short story in the Shades of White series, which starts with The Bar, also available on Smashwords.

• Language: English
• Publisher: June Faramore
• Release date: Jun 29, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465726759

June Faramore

I write whimsical fantasy, trangressional fiction, poetry, and songs. Cheese is good, and I like stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk.

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The Game: Shades of White #2

June Faramore

© 2011 June Faramore

House of Harnoeth

Baltimore

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Lucas trotted behind his niece, traipsing through Patterson Park with abandon. It was a glorious spring day, and the plastic vessels of candy they sought as participants in the park's annual egg hunt stood out like flowers against the rejuvenated grass.

Uncle Lucas, what's this?

Lucas turned toward the sound of his niece's voice, blown back to him on the breeze of a late March morning. His flannel shirt swished in the wind, mindless.

Cassie held a purple apple in her small hand. Its mulberry skin matched the flowers on her Easter pinafore with horrid precision. Lucas shuddered, dashed forward, and whisked the fruit away, running twenty feet into the trees before hunching over it.

The dead sound of plastic mocked him when he tapped the side, and his hands trembled in embarrassment as he squeezed the bottom half of the apple and popped off the top to reveal the egg hunt's grand prize--two tickets to the