Tourmaline Nedforum (part three) “Well. I fool myself, no doubt.” She rose too, patting her waist. “Take ten and we’ll split them. I’ll call it lunch and dinner, pay you when you get back.” She winked and scuttled…and her […]
Tourmaline Nedforum (part two) And it was consciousness, of the hours and duties; consciousness often, of isolation, that the reformers had come to impose. Why the canteen was not in the building. You stood from your seat. Stood, and […]
Tourmaline Nedforum (part one) First commentary box, first impressions. Street scenes offering more to list under possibles, fewer proofs. First view given in black and white. Anton detailed objects, people, relationships, left, right, upper, left, right, lower, instructing the […]
Short Story The Hold (part three) His wife had said something that morning, going out the door. A nuisance, a little hackle raising. One of her near-arguments, that he never could win because she’d be in the car, backing. Could you pound on […]
Short Story The Hold (part two) A tap made him look behind. “See the phone? If you need anything, pick it up. Operator.” “Gotcha.” A bunch of greens fell in a stack, then poofed off, with a shimmery sound effect. More fell, […]
Short Story The Hold (part one) A few of the people you had no respect for, lately had gone changeling, like cooptees in a doddering cult. This was funny, laughable funny, and for the comedians on TV […]
Fellyans (part three) “Vincent was King of the Hutterers, some sort of people who live someplace near where there’s a border with the Fells,” Alma was telling them. She remarked aside to Finch: “How I’d like getting my hands on that purple wool!” “And so you will, acres of it. You’re […]
Depression Glass (part two) “When you pick one, it’ll be yours to keep, your little souvenir.” Another chin over her shoulder. “Are you the girl with the pretty name? Jate’s?” Jate’s girl? “We’re together.” Merrilee checked her shoes, finding safety to pivot, her Mary Janes toe-to-toe with a pair of pointy […]
Fellyans (part two) The monarch kicked the lamp that had gone out. By accident…but he would, if he could see it, give it another from spite. He sought the cellar door, thinking to examine the sky. Experience had taught that skywatching played tricks on one’s balance…and in this place, tumbles looked […]
Short Stories The Blue Bird (part four) She saw two women parting hangers on racks. The light was natural, not enough…but above the escalator, and beaming from an office behind, were fluorescent fixtures, on. “There you go,” Dave said. TV screens hanging on […]
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