FUSION Magazine

Excerpt from Tiger Lilly

by Chris Parlon

EVELYN goes back into the kitchen. TIMOTHY checks his watch.

TIMOTHY:

Three-thirty, you bastards. (sighs ) Fun, fun, fun.

EDMUND enters from the front door, wearing a long, expensive-looking coat and a woolen hat. TIMOTHY turns, sees him, and starts laughing. EDMUND smiles and briefly glances around the restaurant with a “God, why am I here?” look on his face. He takes off his hat, hangs his coat on the rack, and walks over to TIMOTHY’s table. Read more »