All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred twenty-four)

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred twenty-four)

Posted by ractrose on 24 Jun 2025 in Fiction, Novels

          All Bedlam Courses Past     Chapter Eight Things Relative   (part two hundred twenty-four)             No, truly, he had not spoken to anyone. He had probably passed the odd crewman, who each and all, bless them, seemed in the habit of mumbling sir, and […]

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred twenty-three)

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred twenty-three)

Posted by ractrose on 24 Jun 2025 in Fiction, Novels

          All Bedlam Courses Past     Chapter Eight Things Relative   (part two hundred twenty-three)             Correct. You look at me as though you hope for more. Shall I surmise you‘d have me know the hour and minute I rose from the table? I do […]

The Totem-Maker (part seventy-seven)

The Totem-Maker (part seventy-seven)

Posted by ractrose on 22 Jun 2025 in Fiction, Novels

  The Totem-Maker Chapter Eight Use for Use (part seventy-seven)                       I slept dressed, no longer feeling so unlikely to be disturbed that I didn’t half expect it. I sat, and reached for the poker to stir the fire’s embers. To stand would be yielding. […]

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred twenty-two)

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred twenty-two)

Posted by ractrose on 19 Jun 2025 in Fiction, Novels

          All Bedlam Courses Past     Chapter Eight Things Relative   (part two hundred twenty-two)             The tour began with a refreshing paddle along forested shores. Passengers bound for Muskegon could treat the Chief as a ferry and ride without berths. Passengers boarding at Muskegon […]

Story: A Friend (part one)

Story: A Friend (part one)

Posted by ractrose on 17 Jun 2025 in Fiction, Novels

        A Friend (part one)     Mrs. Leonhardt had a plan for the silver. Her mother’s, her wedding and her bought silver, her tea and coffee sets, her vanity sets, the trays, caddies, candlesticks, the odd cutlery—a cheese knife being something, or an olive fork. A teaspoon was not. For a […]

Story: Palma (conclusion)

Story: Palma (conclusion)

Posted by ractrose on 16 Jun 2025 in Fiction, Novels

        Palma (part six)     “Don’t read it all.”   In a soft voice, unreflective of Anton’s capitals, Mary began.   Now you have shown you can be faithful I had wished to count myself a human being In this conceit perhaps I am mistaken I may be the drop of […]

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred twenty-one)

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred twenty-one)

Posted by ractrose on 13 Jun 2025 in Fiction, Novels

          All Bedlam Courses Past     Chapter Eight Things Relative   (part two hundred twenty-one)             Monaghan addressed Élucide, while addressing the room at large. She heard a background of how-do-you-dos, to Ebrach and Phelan, a “Good to meet you, sir,” in the latter case; […]

Story: Palma (part five)

Story: Palma (part five)

Posted by ractrose on 12 Jun 2025 in Fiction, Novels

        Palma (part five)     Some other prisoner shouting this conspiracy in the jail mess. More probably, as prisoners were allowed conversation with only assigned partners and advisors, only rote responses to their guards. Anton had harbored his nonsense, risen to his roommate’s bait with I-can’t-be-fooled smugness, and his Utdrife roommate […]

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred twenty)

All Bedlam Courses Past (part two hundred twenty)

Posted by ractrose on 10 Jun 2025 in Fiction, Novels

          All Bedlam Courses Past     Chapter Eight Things Relative   (part two hundred twenty)             “I telegraphed to the editor of the Nashville Banner. The boiler of Buckley’s steam yacht exploded, cause of death presumed. Off the South Carolina coast…very broken up, in the […]

The Totem-Maker (part seventy-six)

The Totem-Maker (part seventy-six)

Posted by ractrose on 9 Jun 2025 in Fiction, Novels

  The Totem-Maker Chapter Eight Use for Use (part seventy-six)                       I could hardly play at something devil-may-care, as though I chose to live here, on a road so lonely the law I enforced bore weight only with the honest. I might have looked sadly […]