afternoon walk
discarded work glove
slowly takes shape
Month: July 2012
#quikfic 11
I was carrying my late grandmother’s vase when Gravity attacked. So this fight is personal, and only one of us will survive it.
Fiction: Two Games of Solitaire
Rocco had spent a lot of time in the dingy warehouse on the lake. He had done a lot of work here – messy work that few other people had the stomach for, even in these dangerous times.
He put down the newspaper, which was a little over his head, and picked up a deck of cards to play solitaire. This, too, was above his abilities, but it was better than pure boredom as he waited for the phone to ring.
“Red seven on the … red nine? No, that’s not right.”
As Rocco puzzled over the intricacies of the game, Pentz sat quietly in his chair and said nothing.
“Black queen on … nothin’. I got nowhere to put it.” He set the rest of the deck back on the desk. “The hell with it.” He looked at Pentz. “You sure haven’t had much to say.”
Pentz proved Rocco right.
Quotable 111
Sometimes reality is too complex. Stories give it form.
– Jean Luc Godard
haiku 223
buckled sidewalk
easier to trip on
than country road
Pen to Paper: Love and Torture
No, that is not a Frank Sinatra song used as the theme for a popular sitcom.
I have been thinking about this for quite a while now. There are words whose definitions we exaggerate to the point of hyperbole in an effort to convey strong feelings. E.g.:
“I love this new book.”
“Watching that movie was torture.”
I’m calling time-out to consider whether these are appropriate uses.
OT: Other Catsignals
This is pretty cool, but there’s no affiliation between this Catsignal and all these other catsignals.
#quikfic 10
She clung to the umbrella and was lifted up briefly when the wind gust hit. In many ways, she has never come down to Earth again.
Quotable 110
I have written a great many stories and I still don’t know how to go about it except to write it and take my chances.
– John Steinbeck
haiku 222
memory restocks
shelves in
gutted store