A Quiet Corner of a Busy World
A little fiction from a recent writing assignment... Suzanne lifted the hamper onto her hip. “Last call for laundry!” As she walked to the top of the stairs, a door flew open. Darren threw a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a sweaty sock on top of the hamper. Yes, just one sock. Suzanne raised [...]
Honk! Drew laid on the horn of his 1996 Buick as he came to a stop. He cranked the window down and called, “Nick, why are you sweatin’ out here, bro?” From the camp chair on the porch, Nick weakly waved the Hot Rod magazine he’d been using as a fan, “Hey man, just [...]
This is a piece of (mostly) fiction for your amusement. Gerald lived in an apartment along the Hudson and rarely left it. He would venture out if there was a particularly exciting tennis match or when an orchestra of interest was scheduled at Madison Square Garden. Otherwise, he kept to himself, and others left him [...]
The concert was scheduled to begin at 9 o’clock. We arrived fashionably late, but the musicians still seemed to be tuning their instruments. After nearly a quarter an hour of this, I was beginning to wonder when the show would start when Mr. Charming leaned over and whispered, “Wonderful, isn’t it?” “What?” “The music, of [...]
Some of you had asked for more stories about M'ill and H'ill. Part 1 and Part 2 can be found here for better context. A breeze blew gently through the trees, carrying cheerful bird songs with it. Everything was peaceful and at rest in H’ill…except us. Hilda’s rake scritch-scratched in the earth, preparing the soil [...]
This story was published in the Heart of Flesh literary magazine on November 15, 2024. Part 1 available here) I began to wind through alleys and side streets, seeking cover from walls and signposts. At last, breaking free of the skyscrapers and smog, I came to an open field. I almost missed it at first, [...]
This story was published in the Heart of Flesh literary magazine on November 15, 2024. In a daze, I fingered the door handle without getting out of the taxi. “What did you say this city was called?” The driver looked at me through his rearview. “M’ill.” As I got out, he drove off almost before [...]
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