Tourmaline (part three)

Tourmaline Tourmaline (part three)           “Where the adjectival phrase takes the place of a noun, where we grammarians employ the hyphenated construction…which is, of course, a bit of shorthand for us…I mean for us alone. They, while officially, the nomads use our own alphabet…” Professor Swisshelm removed his plug of tobacco […]

Tourmaline (part two)

Tourmaline Tourmaline (part two)           They were touching, packed that tightly, twisting shoulders to avoid intimacy; by this, still effaced and invisible to one another. They were queued so far along the street, he doubted he could respect Palma’s curfew. He doubted he would be fed at all. Here were three […]

Tourmaline (part one)

Tourmaline Tourmaline (part one)         Anton nearly smiled. The glass kept steaming up, over and over. Because in a downstairs chamber something, he did not know what, boiled. Had it been sour cabbage, he would have felt envious, hungry as he’d always been. But he never smelled anything cook in this house. […]

The Blue Bird (conclusion)

Short Stories The Blue Bird (conclusion)             She backed into the living room and picked up the TV remote. The news channel showed three women on lounge seating, two resting hands on books. One read aloud from hers. They were not personalities Gitana had ever seen. Someone had told them […]

The Blue Bird (part four)

Short Stories The Blue Bird (part four)           “So,” she told him, standing. “Here’s what I’ve decided, for today. I’m going over to Glimmerings. I’m going to put a note up on the board…get in touch with me. I don’t care…” She raised her voice. Dave was comfortable falling into his […]

The Blue Bird (part three)

Short Stories The Blue Bird (part three)               The person who lived here, number 46, had gone someplace. They’d all gone someplace. She went back down the hall…rattling knobs along the way, aggressive. She got to the landing, and turned to watch. No door tentatively inched back. No head […]

The Blue Bird (part two)

Short Stories The Blue Bird (part two)             She thanked him for the water. She said, “I’ve got to get back upstairs.” It had been one of those friendly congruities of feeling between people not ready to be friends. Dave fading back into distance, giving her this non-answer answer, rejecting […]

The Blue Bird (part one)

Short Stories The Blue Bird (part one)                   Something buzzed, up like wind can at times, when it slices between gutter and roof edge. And this noise escalated, out of the hinterlands of notice, into skull-gripping alarm. A shock came, too loud to be heard, so loud […]

🎃Lewis (short story)

Lewis           Sometimes a visitor got onto the property, just as far as stepping over the ditch. The postman only stopped his car, and almost never did, only for bills. It was not a mystery…people knew an old woman lived in the Lewis house, alone. They saw her, but rarely, when […]

Are You Adaptable (conclusion)

Are You Adaptable (conclusion)                 “We’re separated.” “Oh. I had the impression Arnold was still in the house.” “The house is big enough for us to be separated.” Nola put a hand on Beloye’s arm. “It’s not like I can afford to move out. It’s not like he’s […]