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Jackfish

A weekly Fiction and Drama podcast
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Jackfish

Skinner Co.

Jackfish

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Jackfish

Skinner Co.

Jackfish

A weekly Fiction and Drama podcast
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Mukki remembered the day with the crystal clear clarity afforded someone who repeats a story often.
Cal was close behind, each footstep landing with a muttered curse until his breathing became too laboured to maintain his profanities.
He’d crept from his bedroom and padded down the hall.
It was a madman at the helm.
The anti-government paranoia that grew throughout the 1990s was a boon to Mukki’s research.
Hari couldn’t quite say why, but he felt a little stupid.
Mukki thought he’d fallen asleep in his new house.
Despite at least an hour of steady work, they’d made it only as far as the husk of Calvin’s car.
William’s waking moments held a steady rhythm for many months.
Gord had fallen asleep at some point. This troubled him.
The town was burning, and somewhere within one of the sets of blazing walls a phone had begun to ring.
Myriam had little patience left for Calvin’s nonsense, and yet his litany of complaints seemed to grow with every step.
Despite the distance he’d travelled, despite the years he’d waited, Mukki found himself fighting the urge to sprint from the shore.
He’d been reduced to riffling through his memory for nonsense trivia and unlikely anxieties to keep himself awake.
The land had been soured for him, yet he couldn’t seem to leave.
It was tempting to trade off the spear for a bit - tempting to hand it to Calvin and let him hunch in wait, but the thought was tempered by her memory of the monster; of its face split and its slabs of fangs exposed.
Mukki stood on Pebble Beach and took the weight of the flat rock in his hand.
There wasn’t much of a world for quite a while. Panic had gotten him - panic had gnawed at his calf muscle, panic had laid him out.
It was a long bus ride, and the lumbering gray beast stopped regularly
The thin silver line of fear that ran along her spine, mimicking the chill of the cold wall, would help keep her awake.
He had proven to himself that Baker was involved in a cover up, but this was a fact William had already known. It had only been he, the escapee, who’d held any lingering doubt.
Hari cradled his head in his hands, attempting to block out the smokey sweet smell of freshly-charred human flesh
As soon as he stepped from the 747’s controlled climate the dry Arizona air began to bake Mukki’s lungs.
There was no hiss, nor rattle of warning, one moment they were speaking and the next the tent to Gord’s left seemed to explode into motion.
The conversation on the night of their unexpected meeting was so celebratory that Mukki was forced to repeat most of the details the following day when they met for dinner.
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