Through the Elephant's Door

A Nervella in 5 passages

An unbelievable fiction memoir of Heaven and other afterlives, all absolutely irrefutably true. . .

By the author of "Dirty Weather & Other Nome Stories" And "SEXY DIRTY BLOODY SCARY"

C.M.Brophy lives in the American suburbs with his family where he currently earns money as a beer drinking plumber, part time. Some times, when not asleep, he'll write plays and stories that explains himself to himself.

She readily acquiesced as she pulled into the gas station and while she femininely pumped the gas he told her he was going to the gift shop for chocolate covered cherries and rubbers. This had the exact effect he'd hoped for, shutting her up and prompted the flushing/ blanching color change and awkward shy excited clumsiness, which really was kind of cute and shaved a good 15 years off her countenance. The inside of a southwest Stuckey's truck stop is awesome for a tourist or a child or foreigner or writer seeking impressions and although he found the condoms and candies almost immediately he lingered over every artifact from the chinese manufactured indian souvenir tom-tom drums to the trucker centric Peterbilt accessories, half for the art gallery voyeurism and half to make her wait, prolong her anticipation outside at the pumps. Sauntering back out after 15 minutes time with a plastic bag of junk he answered her inquiry of his purchases with the cryptic rejoinder, "A nut log with your name on it."