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    Angry Sean
    Angry Sean
    Angry Sean
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    Angry Sean

    By Eric Kent Edstrom

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    Sean awoke up one day with a cursed Medallion embedded in his chest, right over his heart. The curse magnifies his anger forcing him to "split" into two selves. Making the best of the curse, Sean uses his Split, Angry Sean, to do dirty work for people in need.

    So when a miserable client comes in, asking him to help rescue her young daughter from an abusive household, Angry Sean is more than ready to deal out some pain.

    Angry Sean is a 9400 word short story.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherUndermountain Books LLC
    Release dateJun 30, 2013
    ISBN9781533746566
    Angry Sean
    Author

    Eric Kent Edstrom

    Eric is the author of over a dozen novels and numerous short stories.

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      Angry Sean - Eric Kent Edstrom

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      It had been too long since Sean had split.

      He knew because he was really, really angry and because the medallion embedded in the skin of his chest itched.

      Sean sat in his little office above Merv's Diner, killing time before his client arrived. He tried to focus on his notebook, on getting his thoughts into verse, but it was useless.

      He scratched at the hard object beneath his shirt, fingers outlining the flat, black disc sunk into his skin. Right over his heart.

      The surface of the medallion was nearly flush with his skin, like the head of a button-style thumbtack pressed hard into a corkboard. Only, this thing was big, three inches in diameter.

      Sean shifted his shoulders, wishing the chain he'd attached to the thing would ease its weight some. But the silver chain hung slack from his neck. He didn't need it at all, and for a long time he hadn't bothered with it. But he started wearing it again because every time he stood shirtless in front of the bathroom mirror, the chain made the medallion look more like a piece of jewelry than an alien artifact stuck onto his body.

      If it was alien. He had no idea what it was or where it had come from.

      He undid the top two buttons of his shirt so that he could get his fingernails on the medallion, though it did little good. He could scratch it with a fork and the itch wouldn't go away.

      And that infuriated him.

      He gritted his teeth and struggled not to shove everything off his desk. Phone, computer, unpaid bills, automotive magazines, bag of chips. All of it. He wanted to stomp on it, destroy it and everything else in his tiny office.

      It had been too long since he'd split. He would have to do it soon, whether or not he had paying work.

      He checked the time on his phone. Eight o'clock in the morning. His prospective client was late.

      He leapt up and grabbed his gloves, determined to destroy the heavy bag hanging the corner. He'd barely gotten the first glove on when the knock came.

      Come in, goddammit!

      The door squeaked open and in stepped a thin woman with dark puffy eyes. She might have been pretty if she weren't bawling. She'd been crying on the phone, too.

      It irritated Sean to have to deal with someone who couldn't keep it together. He scanned the office for a box of tissue, thinking he might throw it at her.

      But Sean wasn't the crying sort and didn't have any tissues. He pulled on the other glove. Sit down.

      Mr. Styles? she said, lower lip trembling.

      I said sit!

      She sat in the folding chair in front of his desk and dug in her purse, one of those big ones that's like a designer duffle

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