My urban fantasy short story “The Dream Seller” has appeared in the second issue of Weird City, Death or Resurrection (or both), from Weird City Press, and is now available on Amazon, print and kindle. Weird City is a literary magazine dedicated to “strange things in dense places” (possibly similar to the inside of my head), and they pay above US semi-professional rates for story rights, which I appreciate.
“The Dream Seller” is a longish short story, meaning a dinner for two from the publisher, provided my companion is not a ravenous velociraptor. Not that I would take a velociraptor to dinner. Just lunch at McDonalds™ every now and then, when they have the triple beef burger meal on special.
“The Dream Seller” is set in a slightly fictional town in Brazil, and the title comes from a song of the same name by Milton Nascimento: Vendedor de Sonhos; here is the beautiful version by Simone. The story itself has very little to do with the song, although the song was a more serious source for my poem the air chirped by sparrows. I’ve occasionally been tempted to translate the lyrics, but I couldn’t do it justice in English.
This is the tagline for “The Dream Seller”:
For Petrelo, it’s just another work day at the sky fish factory in boring old Laranjeiras, where no-one wants to dissolve in the rain or morph into a piece of furniture. Still, it keeps happening, and then there’s the mace murderer…