The Spinach Can's Son

By Robert Jeschonek

Imagine a world filled with comic strip characters you know and love...the world of the Underfunnies, where nothing is as it seems. Molly, a "Panelnaut" explorer, searches this strange 'toon world for her missing husband, only to find him at the heart of a bizarre mystery. Can she bring him back from the Underfunnies, resurrecting him from ink and paper to flesh and blood? Or will she end up lost herself, at the mercy of cartoon forces she cannot hope to understand? The answers lie somewhere beyond the funny pages and the bounds of imagination itself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert Jeschonek
• Release date: Oct 16, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386668008

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The Spinach Can’s Son

The Spinach Can’s Son

A SCIFI STORY

ROBERT JESCHONEK

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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The Spinach Can’s Son

I am the can of spinach in a sailor man's hand.  He squeezes, expecting me to burst open and launch a blob of green power into his gaping maw.

But I do not burst.  He gets no mouthful of spinach, no surge of energy pumping up his arms to three times their size.  That's not how it works on this side of the tracks, my friend.

You're not in the funny pages anymore.

Potpie the Sailor tries