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The Symbiosis
Tom. W. Miller
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When an experimental stem cell transplant cures Porter Langston of Alzheimer’s, his family and doctors are thrilled and amazed.

But when Porter begins to experience disturbing side effects, his caretakers wonder whether they have witnessed a miracle, or unleashed a monster.

Danny Randolph always shaved before a murder. He ran a hand over his face and neck, checking for stubble. The triple-bladed, pivoting-head razor had left it silky smooth.

He gazed ahead of him into the mirror, looking at an almost perfect likeness of the actor Pierce Brosnan. “My name is Bond--James Bond,” he said to himself, punctuating the remark with a crinkly-eyed smirk. The smirk--that’s what reeled in the women.

Randolph ejected the razor head into the trash. No company had yet made a blade that could provide him with a close shave more than once. Randolph lifted his neck and took one more look before turning away from the mirror. He enjoyed the rare feeling of air on his face.

Tearing himself away from his reflection, Randolph went to the kitchen and double-checked the refrigerator to make sure he had disposed of all perishable items. He turned off all the lights and paused at the front door. He checked the peephole, saw nobody. He carefully donned a Houston Astros baseball cap--he didn’t want to mess up his precisely gelled hair--slipped a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, and pulled up the collar on his thin leather jacket.

With the coast still clear, Randolph left his apartment and made it down to his Mercedes sport sedan without incident. He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, beginning the sixty-minute trek to downtown Houston. After travelling a couple miles, he removed his cap and glasses.

“Dancing is sinful, Danny,” he heard his mother screech inside his head.

“What do you know about it?” Randolph asked aloud. He thought back to himself as a thirteen-year old, walking up behind his mother, in her bathrobe, sitting on the couch, reading the list of arrests in the newspaper.

“Those nightclubs are nothing but dens of iniquity,” she continued.

The teenage Randolph looked over his mother’s shoulder and down the front of her bathrobe. He glimpsed a breast with its large, brown nipple.

“Shut up, Mother,” Randolph said as he drove. He imagined himself pulling a hammer from him pocket and driving the claw end into the back of his mother’s head, again and again.

Randolph shook his head clear of the vision. He punched the power button on the stereo, turned up the volume as loud as it could go without producing distortion. ZZ Top’s “Sharp Dressed Man” blared at him through the speakers. He felt as if the long-bearded guitar players were performing on the hood of his car. AC/DC’s “Back in Black” followed, with Foreigner’s “Juke Box Hero” after that. The set was tailor-made for me, thought Randolph.

By the time he turned into The Bayou’s parking lot, he had buried images of his mother in layers of heavy metal.

Randolph went to the back of the long line that extended from the front door. Among a group that was about to enter the club, a woman stood six inches above her friends--she was at least five foot ten--and her long black hair and dark eyes gleamed in the streetlights. She wore a black, hip-hugging mini-dress--not as mini as some, but enough to show extensive legs outlined in black pantyhose.

His gaze moved to her waist and hips. Two years ago, he had seen a television program entitled “The Science of Sexual Attraction” and learned that a waist-to-hip ratio of point seven drew men more than any other trait. Randolph used to keep a small tape measure in his pocket to check the validity of this data, which his experiments proved to be true. Now he could recognize point seven curves on sight.

The woman must have felt his stare, because she made eye contact with him and smiled. Randolph sent her back a crinkly-eyed smirk. The woman leaned toward a friend, said something in her ear, and they both giggled. The bouncer let her pass without checking her ID.

Tom W. Miller developed an avid interest in biotechnology after participating in a genetic study at the National Institutes of Health. He resides in the beautiful Shenandoah Valley with his family.

Fiction Books :: General Books

ISBN: 1597059153
ISBN(13-digit): 9781597059152
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings ePress
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 330
Paper Weight (lb): 13.4

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