Street racers in post-apocalyptic Los Angeles discover an innovative way of getting more speed out of their machines.
Just published. This tale was written while stuck in Los Angeles gridlock.
Out of Print
A down-and-out derelict captures a beautiful sprite in a jar. He, and his two buddies, are living rough in the inner city and it's apparent the TInkerbell-esque creature has appeared for a purpose. One of the derelicts knows why she's there but it's a chapter from his life that he'd rather forget.
No review of Marvelina ever appeared. It is one of my favorite stories. The editor, when accepting the story, did tell me that it 'almost made him cry.' I was disappointed that I hadn't made him cry until he confessed that few writers ever got as close as I did and that I'd done a really good job in telling the story. Marvelina was the second or third genre story that I'd written at that point.