I tend to think of The Prototype and Push the Button as set-up stories, laying the foundation upon which future stories will be built. The Pickled Past will be the first brick laid… wait where is this building metaphor going? I’m going to have to call in the union.
Either way I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it. Page one, as usual, on Monday.
Pickles eh?
Hmmm trying to think of a suitable pun, but failing….so…
Pickles eh?
Fear not, over the next 34 pages you can expect every pickle pun ever written!
Nice looking cover, Spencey!
Thanks George.
My mind’s in a bit of a weird place because I feel like there’s some kind of sexual metaphor going on here. But maybe it’s all the meds I’m on to try and get over this cold I’ve had for the last 4 days.
Whatever they are, I want some!
Girls in Space and on Pickles, I had a recurring dream like this when I was a teenager.
…and when you woke up, your pillow was gone?
I really like this chapter page. And not just because of its obvious allure
Fond of pickles, eh?
I am fond of pickles and their briney goodness.