It's A Small Galaxy

By Russ Crossley

In the future cloning becomes child's play. When his father brings home a science e kit from an alien world when he was ten years old, young Bernie Culpepper clones a Bigfoot which he names Shakespeare.

Now forty years later Shakespeare may hold the secret to change lives and save a father's life. But before he can Bernie and Shakespear must find a man presumed missing long ago.

A tale of the future where the galaxy itself is smaller than ever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: 53rd Street Publishing
• Release date: Jun 24, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513028996

Russ Crossley

International selling author, Russ Crossley writes science fiction and fantasy, and mystery/suspense under the name R.G. Crossley. His latest science fiction satire set in the far future, Revenge of the Lushites, is a sequel to Attack of the Lushites released in 2011. The latest title in the series was released in the fall of 2013. Both titles are available in e-book and trade paperback. He has sold several short stories that have appeared in anthologies from various publishers including; WMG Publishing, Pocket Books, and St. Martins Press. He is a member of SF Canada and is past president of the Greater Vancouver Chapter of Romance Writers of America. He is also an alumni of the Oregon Coast Professional Fiction Writers Master Class taught by award winning author/editors, Kristine Katherine Rusch and Dean Wesley Smith. Feel free to contact him on Facebook, Twitter, or his website http:www.russcrossley.com.  He loves to hear from readers  

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It’s A Small Galaxy

Russ Crossley

Published by 53rd Street Publishing

Copyright 2015 Russ Crossley

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Cover designed by R. Edgewood

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This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons living or dead are purely coincidental.

It's A Small Galaxy

Sheila Culpepper yawned as she shuffled across the cool ceramic tiles on the kitchen floor toward the door to the pantry. The kitchen cupboard where they kept her favorite full-fiber breakfast cereal was again empty.

Her grey eyes drifted toward Bernie, her husband of fifteen years, sitting on a burnished steel stool, topped with a crimson, mushroom-shaped cushion, his narrow shoulders hunched over as he read the morning news on the virtual screen hovering over the speckled granite island. A half-eaten bowl of her cereal floating in a bath of almond milk sat untouched on the island to his left. She rolled her eyes. He wasted more than he ate.

Will Bernie ever remember to restock the cupboards or will I be doing this for the rest of my days? she wondered. Her attention shifted to the cupboard door.

Open, she said, pulling her robe tighter about her narrow waist.

The door slide aside and she froze. Was she seeing things? She pinched her arm and it hurt, so she wasn't dreaming. She eyed the