Lornographic Material

King fooled me. I didn't think he had it in him, but he did it. I thought I had this one pegged. Another The Green Mile, only in short story form. (Once you read this, you'll understand why I say that.) But I did not expect the last chapter. You might, but I didn't. And I don't wanna hear "You didn't see that coming?!?!?!" No, fucker, I didn't. Sometimes, I'm easy. This time I was. Enough said.

I'd bet dollars to donuts this story ends up in The Bazaar of Broken Dreams later this year.

In summation: A far more literary tale from King about how what you want to believe can alter your perception of things and, in the end, blind you to other possibilities.

Final Judgment: Shit-yer-pants good.