Old Flames
"Remember Glenn Close as the bunny-boiler scorned in Fatal Attraction? Raise that to the 10th power and you get Dora Welles, the crazy ex-girlfriend in this short chiller." Old Flames Featuring a special afterword by the author explaining the origins of the story! About the Book: She tracks down her old high school love to recapture what she might have had. He's married with a family now, but Dora isn't about to let that stop her.... "He is, quite simply, one of the best in the business, on par
with Clive Barker, James Ellroy, and Thomas Harris." "Tautly-written, thoroughly excellent psycho-horror." "Ketchum's poetically brutal prose, as always, is boiled down to pure,
intoxicating essence, without a hint of waste or dross left over. He's a storyteller
and soulsearcher with a narrative as lean as Hemingway...."
Available in two states: So here I am again, she thought. This is far too familiar. There was pain of course but she embraced the pain as she always did. He was big and she was not, so she could count on pain with him. Tears and sweat were pretty much the same thing anyway she thought. She was opposed to neither. But there was yearning. That old unwanted acquaintance. She wanted—maybe even needed this time—to see his face. A face could speak what the body didn’t. His body told her he was close to coming. As was she. But that was all it told her. A glance over her shoulder was insufficient. Especially in the dark. And Owen insisted on his bedroom dark the way he insisted on taking her from behind. But here in this room on this bed while he filled her he was emptying her too. She could feel a winding down. She fought that. Pushed back hard into his tight flat belly as though the slap of impact flesh against flesh and his own sounds, his grunts and moans and harsh breathing could meld into an invisible wind that might whirl around and enter her again through her open mouth and ears and eyes. She wanted to be filled. Instead she relinquished wanting. It was all she could do. Lettered Edition Status:  |
Jack Ketchum is the pseudonym for a former actor, singer, teacher, literary
agent, lumber salesman, and soda jerk—a former
flower child and baby boomer who figures that in 1956 Elvis, dinosaurs and horror
probably saved his life. His first novel, Off Season, prompted the Village Voice to publicly scold its publisher in print for publishing
violent pornography. He personally disagrees but is perfectly happy to let you
decide for yourself. His short story "The Box" won a 1994 Bram Stoker
Award from the HWA, his story "Gone" won again in 2000—and
in 2003 he won Stokers for both best collection for Peaceable Kingdom and best
long fiction for Closing Time. He has written eleven novels,
the latest of which are Red, Ladies' Night, and The Lost. His stories are collected in The Exit At Toledo Blade Boulevard, Broken on the
Wheel of Sex, and Peaceable Kingdom. His novella 