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Story: Fellyans (conclusion)
Fellyans (part fourteen) For a space they ate. The broth was a honeyed-savory concoction, the bread seasoned with bergamot. They drank Finch’s elixir, feeling soporific, when Coral hauled herself straight. “And so my poor parents are Fellyans now, wandering out there alone! Vincent, what will we do to find them?” […]
A bird (poem)
A bird poor girl we will never know, we can never guess passing feathers and airy bones, washed articulated under bubbling ice in a posture of aborted flight be careful these days of accidents be careful of speeding near shallow water with a bloodless face her detritus warns let it give […]
Story: Fellyans (part thirteen)
Fellyans (part thirteen) Vincent looked at her, and she inched up a defiant chin until she’d met his eyes. He was sorry, she read. You stood idle while I made my bed, so now you have to let me lie on it, crossed her mind… “When did you last hear […]
Story: Fellyans (part twelve)
Fellyans (part twelve) Alma remarked, “Your husband seems not a bad sort.” No answer came. She unhooked the pot, backed from the fire, elbow-high in heavy gloves, and decided the floor was the place. Jorinda’s stew bubbled on. “Shh! Creep on in, love. Watch you don’t get too near with […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred ninety-one)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Eight Things Relative (part one hundred ninety-one) In Indianapolis a new surgery could be had, removal of the uterus. Their godmother had called divorce the death of respectability. Although widows remarried, so the quibble couldn’t be […]
Story: Fellyans (part eleven)
Fellyans (part eleven) “You must learn to better plan for what’s to be predicted, Mr. Dwale. You are keeping him under a spell? Otherwise, I can’t guess why you’d let a known border-jumper wander the premises.” “Well, you’re not the professional,” said Coral. “Mr. Dwale and I can’t bump the […]
The Tambinder Engine (part sixteen)
The Tambinder Engine (part sixteen) The next sheets were lives, gathered facts as to the engine’s toll. Jennifer Salvio, Minerva Apartments, Minerva Circle, Unit A10, first home 1302 Ross-Angel Road. Final workplace, as receptionist, Building Two, Bitterroot Cooperative. Her mother was a stipender, her father had received support; both […]