Here’s a little number I tossed off recently in the Caribbean…
Ummm…no, not really. Excuse me. Wrote this a long time ago. Always liked it. It concerns people who run their lives out of a date book. It’s really about when that kind of obsessive organization turns into something more. When it spills into something that’s more like control. And not just of that person’s life, but of everything around them.
I sold this a few months back to a place that listed the story under “Crime” fiction. Hmm…I think they missed the point. Anyway, here’s the link:
Thanks and enjoy!