3 thoughts on “HARRY DEMAREST: The Bizzaro Fiction Contest

  1. “Harry’s Escape”

    The rearview mirror was mere blackness. He lost them. Good.

    Harry then sped through eight towns, but stopped at the ninth for gas. He was exhausted.

    At the motel foyer, his eyes bulged: Joe and others were waiting. “You can’t run, Harry. You need help. Wanna start our own magazine?”

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