Petrichor

Fiction. Stevie Ludich stumbles upon a dry lakebed covered in writing that tells the story of a man who goes to a job interview with a weird corporation that seems to know an awful lot about the job candidates. As Stevie dictates the words into an old reel-to-reel, he can't help but wonder who wrote them and why. And that's not the only thing going on in Cartago. The police chief is on the reluctant lookout for biblical signs, a young photographer/waitress is making decisions about her future, and Guy and Jeanne Valleroy have their hands full with the Communal Orgone Accumulator, the mummy of 'Ambrose Bierce?', and the impending arrival of some colorful guests. What excitement will their big event bring? And how will all of these things overlap?

Stevie Ludich stumbles upon a dry lakebed covered in writing. As he dictates the words into an old reel-to-reel (for the police department, no less ), he can't help but wonder who wrote this, and why? Stevie's friends are little help, more concerned with getting high than... well, than pretty much anything else. And Candy? She's got some decisions to make about her own future. Candy's brother, a police officer, doesn't like Stevie much. Not like the Sheriff. Sherrif Hill has something going on, something of biblical proportions. He's also the one who got Stevie to dictate the words into the tape machine. The words The words tell the story of this guy, David Edwards, who goes to a job interview with a weird corporation that knows WAY too much about the job candidates. And they use these gloves to connect to the computer, and these helmets that display the faces of other candidates. But they pay $1000 a day (a DAY ) which will help David get his act together. Maybe. Probably not. Trying to get a different type of show together are Guy and Jeanne Valleroy. They have their hands full with the Communal Orgone Accumulator, the mummy of 'Ambrose Bierce?', and the impending arrival of some colorful guests. What excitement will their big event bring? And how will all of these things overlap?

David Scott Ewers was born in and raised in Pomona, California. He moved to San Francisco in 1989 and to Oakland in 2002, where he currently resides with his wife and daughter. He has been writing, making music and engaging in various marginal pursuits for decades. He is the author of PETRICHOR (Pelekinesis, 2013).