Tim Craire

I wrote a story about a Mayan who refuses to play along with his local theocratic rule, human sacrifices, etc., and I realized that he is pretty much what Holden Caulfield would have been like had he lived 1800 years ago in Mesoamerica. This collection of stories also has aliens for whom chocolate is a narcotic; a nagging ghost still complaining about his apartment building’s heat from beyond the grave; and a yeti who ought to join a labor union.

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These are mostly speculative or paranormal fiction, and mostly have some humor to them.

This book is Kindle-only, for now. If you’d like a copy, I’ll “gift” it to you if you wish-list it and let me know. My email address is on my personal page under “About Me.”

Excerpt:

The crystal ball had been taken to Granada, Nicaragua in 1590 by a Roma family who had sailed from the south of Spain. For nearly three centuries it remained in that handsome, tile-roofed city, but on a sultry night in 1857 a worried caretaker had cast it into Lake Nicaragua soon before Granada, "The Hapless Troy of Nicaragua," was torched by William Walker, the American filibusterer. Over the next forty months the ball drifted south in the lake and then slipped into the Rio San Juan, eventually popping out in the Caribbean Sea. There it was found by a Miskitu fisherman who put it in his dory beside an overturned tortoise and carried it to Bluefields. The ball had stayed there one hundred and fifty years with successive generations of a prominent Creole family. Henry David had obtained its use for a few hours by trading it for an electric circle-saw.