Torsade Literary Space Hammersmith: Second Thoughts (chapter eight)
Hammersmith Chapter Eight Second Thoughts Hogben had broken a rule of his own, a rule that had always served…and Hogben had been a traveling man for twenty-odd years. He’d had scrapes. He had not often had a partner to rely on. But even these past couple, when with the Professor […]
Mathilde Alanic: Shine! (part thirty-three)
Mathilde Alanic Shine! (part thirty-three) iv. In the middle of the street, she saw M. Conan, a light overcoat on his arm, coming to meet her. Although the path was slippery with pine needles, Annie hurried to him, […]
Peeled (poem)
Peeled Apparency is the means into the mind Dreary the mood of an overheated October Afternoon and no escape The crowd all move together Did the nape clench With premonition Knowing this thing coming Will roll Like the spinning wheel of a wrecked Bicycle a slammed brake Damned if the distractor […]
Marjorie Bowen: The Sword Decides! (part twelve)
Marjorie Bowen The Sword Decides! (part twelve) She dropped onto the chair and wrung her hands in her lap. He might have acted, if his guard encircled him—but what this girl urged was beyond Andreas. He had not the freedom of this palace, though in […]
Yoharie: Plumbing (part one)
Yoharie Plumbing (part one) Better to concentrate on the small things. Some item on the list you hadn’t checked off. Just get that. When the proofs were out of your control; when you had no approach to the ones who could tell the truth, who… Who, if confronted […]
My Blog Week: February 21 to February 27
All the Latest from Torsade! A Word on the Week Work Ethic Suppose you had a business, one in the hospitality industry, and that your business was under stress. No surprise in COVID times; travel restrictions […]
Hammersmith: Two Reunions (chapter seven)
Hammersmith Chapter Seven Two Reunions Ruby Magley went walking down the dewy hillside towards the same creek that had attracted Hogben. She too hoped to sit in quiet thought; listening, in her case, to birdsong. She felt not quite so bereaved today…just lonely. All the same, it was not Minnie’s […]
Mathilde Alanic: Shine! (part thirty-two)
Mathilde Alanic Shine! (part thirty-two) “We’ll cross the moor. We should be there in five minutes.” As they climbed, the placid terrain came broader into view, the beaches and their dunes, the meadows in their browns and greens muted by falling dusk, and […]