Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,– Richard iii

Writting

Aside

Shorties

The commander took the coffee, nodded his thanks and dismissal.

They sat in the choir loft; it was the only place the tracks didn’t come between them.

He was a butcher, dried blood under his fingernails, bloody boots, aching muscles.

The typewriter sat on the credenza behind the desk, an idol to tech.

He couldn’t understand, where all the cowboys came from — there wasn’t any open range within five-hundred miles.


5

  • If the message had been generated by the OS it would mean one thing, but the message had come across the IM client and he wasn’t sure what to make of it, but it was succinct: “Fatal Error.”

  • She diced the carrots and added them to the stew, not that anyone would notice, not on a conscious level, but it was her art and it was the art that mattered.

  • Ju always made fresh juice in the morning, part of the routine, grab the fruit, check the fridge for tomorrow’s fruit, then ten, twenty seconds of the mechanical chaos as the juicer beat the fruit into submission, but the juice as it flowed down his throat that he never took for granted, that was never routine.

  • Simply, he was a legend.

  • On the south side of town, on a side street next to the Volvo repair shop, in some zoning hic-cup, The Spot survived, a joint that, to survive, had to survive on the down low.


5 for today

  1. My father’s philosophy came from The Godfather; “never tell anyone what you’re thinking” and “take everything personally” were the big two, so when Uncle Angel told me that the Parrish priest was coming to dinner, I answered respectfully and scratched a big fat hash next to Angel’s name in the ledger.

  2. In Ellie’s family, this particularly unruly Northern Spy orchard outside of Hillsboro was apex of pie fruit, so when her Aunt Elsie called to tell her the apples were in and that there were a couple of bushels waiting and maybe even a pie, we left early, like getting up for work early.

  3. When I invited Jill to dinner, I had no idea, (like she would ever believe that,) that Sally had an agenda, so when the question was thrown down during the main course, and Jill moved her napkin to her mouth, the Clan Menzies might as well as blown the Great Highland Bagpipes.

  4. They slipped out from their desks and met at a bench tucked away in the landscaping overlooking the executive parking lot for a picnic, and it wouldn’t have been topic of conversation, except that the rain was coming down in Mylar sheets.

  5. The jasmine wound itself through the trellis like a charmed snake.