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I wrote a fictional short story about Greyhounds and it is as yet unpublished. The first three paragraphs are included below for your reading pleasure. If you like it, please let me know. Also, for those interested, I will let you when the rest will be published and available. Grey Ghosts (an original short story) By Larry Meiners

I winced and rubbed my eyes wondering and hoping the room full of greyhound ghosts standing before me would disappear. I wasn't afraid, but I was emotionally spent after consuming a whole bottle of the Alexander Valleys best Cabernet, Silver Oak, and reflecting on the cruelty of this world shortly before I fell asleep. Was this it? Is this how a man finally loses his mind? Reaching out to these semitransparent figures only served to increase my already elevated heartbeat as my hand passed through the body of the dog closest to me. Full-blown paranoia set in as my mind raced ahead with thoughts of who the new owner of my favorite Flying V guitar might be when they carted me off to la-la-land. Just then the lead dog, a large and muscular male greyhound, looked me in the eye for a few seconds and slowly turned and walked away. All the hounds followed the lead dog away and within a few seconds they were gone. Back to wherever greyhound ghosts go after they are through scaring the hell out of a semi-inebriated human I suppose. Lost in my thoughts again and suddenly realizing with the pack in front of me I was at least interacting on some level with a life-form that wanted my attention for some reason. Now I was just a wacko who may or may not have seen supernatural beings in my bedroom. What now? Should I try to figure out what my grey ghosts wanted or open another bottle of Silver Oak? The ultimate choice was simple. Within about 30 seconds my second bottle of the best Cab I ever tasted was being poured into a oversized crystal wine glass with a stylized "P" engraved on it. If I drink this fast, maybe I'll forget all about the bad dream with the dogs and won't have to think about what it meant or didn't mean. "Bonk, bonk"... Copyright © 2003 Larry Meiners All Rights Reserved