He is tall, dangerous, and one of the last of his kind, a kind which has a sordid and often bloody history. The Board has convened, and requested his presence in an effort to stifle – literally – their competition. He isn’t what they’re expecting, however, and before they know it, they’re the tables are turning.
The Last Ginger started out as a writing exercise, but became something more. It was my first attempt at a short story, and was written in about 30 minutes before our writer’s group meeting in July. Barring the ever-present need for editing, it became one of my favorite pieces, and, I think, a very intriguing twist on the standard supernatural sort of fare. There’s more story there, so I may end up turning it into a longer work eventually, but it stands very well on its own, too.