Enjoy the next teaser from my new science fiction novel
Jonnie Fazoolie & the Transfinite Reality Engine
His chiseled, angular face, broad forehead, deep set eyes, Roman nose, high cheekbones, jutting chin, and new wave explosion of blond hair atop his lanky body are rugged, vulgar, and enticing.
An Armani single-breasted lavender suede jacket over a Brunello Cucinelli Oxford sport shirt drapes his tall and thin frame, Brioni Sea Island sapphire pants shimmering below, all custom tailored.
But after a moment’s scrutiny his luxurious, high-end outfit appears mismatched, his shirt and pants are wrinkled, expensive jacket is stained, and he’s greeting her at the door barefoot.
Full lips, upturned as he speaks, make him look like he’s his own ventriloquist dummy, the unseen puppet master fisting him deep to everyone’s satisfaction, except those forced to hear him speak.
“Sorry I’m late,” he lies, always tardy, and often not aware. “I’m the one visiting you,” she smirks, confusing even herself.
“That’s astonishing!” he shouts, loud enough to make her wince. “Jonnie Fazoolie?”
“Last I heard.”
“I’m—” extending a hand to shake.
“Sandy!” shaking it, beaming. “Sandy Titz! From Bloomberg!” “Pitz,” she corrects him. “Penny Pitz. From Fauxbes.”
“Same thing,” insists Jonnie. “No, they are not.”
“Then why didn’t you say so?” “I did say so.”
“Right on!” grins Jonnie, still standing there. Well, this is starting well.
