An American Saga Set in Kyiv
VOLUME 2 of THE KYIV COMMIX
VOLUME 2 of THE KYIV COMMIX
CONTENTS
FRAMES 133 – 244: Aug. 2013 – March 2015
VOLUME 2
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“What’s it going to be, Guinea?” “The Fall, El Huncho, The Fall.” “Yes, off course,” muses the trench-coat-clad freak… then to himself more sadly, “yes… those were the days: The…
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“Very well, Mister Plum, just take a seat, and Jim will be with you in a moment.” Plum, dressed in a midnight-blue three-piece suit and holding a black umbrella with…
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Zippy Zamazda, clad in baby-blue pajamas, lies restless in bed, tossing, turning and sometimes lifting his rump right into the air. His spouse, unperturbed, has long fallen fast asleep, with…
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“What have you got in the bag, Billy?” “The Ferret.” “Please take him out.” Publowsky, still sweating from his hurried escape from the halls of drama, inserts a fleshy fist…
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…and Zippy Zamazda’s agony The big media vices consulting office at Penmanship, International, high inside a modern building overlooking a posh district of Kyiv, awaits him, but he does not…
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“Dear Sweaty, I must say that it was refreshing – if that’s not an inappropriate word to use here under the circumstances – to read the latest edition of your…
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…as he arrives at his present pass We know that time here cannot be linear. Space and proportions are not notions we can rely on from moment to moment to…
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“So you see, Sweaty, I’m more sensitive to your situation than you imagine.” “Well, I’m happy to hear that.” “Indeed, it’s a pleasure for me to say so,” replies Rico…
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But is this The Ferret, or The Ferret inside The Ferret? Continued from “The Ferret – Somewhat Explained in Transition…”, filed by Jack Step from Nowhere Land Express, November 22,…
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Part 1 The water fills the great potholes and roadside ditches and the smell of the earth rises from the fields as the sun comes out to dry them. It…
