Blog #46; digital edition of short story collection available for FREE this weekend

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 A young doctor contends with ethical questions regarding a viral outbreak; an American businessman in the Yucatan must face the reality of cultural imperialism in a post-colonial world.  Joe, a mild-mannered technical writer, has a shot at winning a lottery of sorts in the Rocky Mountains; We all have regrets, but have you ever been driven overseas by yours?  The main character of "Regret" finds himself in a Paris cafe, struggling to come to terms with his misdeeds.  What is your take on fraternities?  An outmoded institution that enables drunkenness, or is there a higher, brotherly purpose?  What is the difference between a frat boy and a fraternity man?  Get a behind the scenes view of one such person in "The End of Something".  These and other stories are all available for a limited time, for FREE!  For the next three days, get yourself a free copy of the latest Chris McClelland work.

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