There are bones of the dead everywhere, and they’re sharp. Under your feet as you walk across your yard, in the cement of buildings, under the foundation of your home, in the coffee you drink, in the food you eat. Science estimates 100 billion human beings have lived and died. There are bones everywhere. There are skeletons everywhere, from universities to unnamed places we really don’t want to know about. We love skeletons as we are walking skeletons. There’s an old phrase about skeletons in the closet. What if the skeleton in your closet is real? When we look at strangers, friends and family we fail to see the skull behind the face. And the eyes of skulls are dark and deep. These works of art, poetry and short stories cut deep. To the bone.
I am the publisher and editor of the annual anthologies Indiana Horror, Indiana Science Fiction and Indiana Crime. During 2013 I expanded my business, jwkfiction.com, to include many other works, ranging from poetry anthologies to regular anthologies by multiple authors, to single author anthologies and complete novels.
My own fiction has been published in various magazines and anthologies and when not busy running JWKfiction, I try to expand on that. I have a Master's in English from Indiana University at Indianapolis, where I also happen to live.
First, I only read the story from Philip Harris called The Bone Boy. I can’t find another listing for this story even though I seem to have an e-copy of just the book but can’t find it to purchase anywhere. So who knows when or where I got it! Lol. This is a disturbing little story, clearly inspired by Stephen King’s Salem’s Lot. A clever homage that directly pays tribute to Salem’s Lot in the narrative. All of the books and short stories I’ve read from fellow Canadian Harris have been quite good. If you’re looking for an indie author with a long tenure to check-out I’d highly recommend any of his works; but especially The Leah King trilogy starting with The Girl in the City.