Holly had worked herself into a fine froth over the narrowmindedness of parents, the nosiness of aunts, and, particularly, the wholly unsatisfactory qualities of stepgrandmothers. “I mean, like she’s tried it! Huh! I bet she’s the villain in the book. Miss Skull would be a good name for her all right: she’s deadly. ThatContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 10”
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Sofa Sogood
We have, in this space, considered what our postcard artists have shown us about the mechanics of romantic couples sitting together on park benches, in boats, on the road in buggies or automobiles, and in hammocks. Today we shall consider the dramatic range afforded by the couch. See, there is not nearly asContinue reading “Sofa Sogood”
There’s a Hole in the Dumpling, Dear Liza
I do not write a food blog, but yesterday I was considering my time as a history fair judge and moved, by odd avenues, to a recollection of a Book Fair volunteer’s experiences with cut-rate bakery, and finished up among my memories of the doughnut as I knew it in the middle of theContinue reading “There’s a Hole in the Dumpling, Dear Liza”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 9
The sandwich gone, Matt was scribbling a lyrical passage about a cake with black icing that might fit into the Monochrome Interlude when someone told him “Not much in the dukey crowd today.” Looking up, he found Carleton Nairn, a cup of coffee in one hand, settling into the seat Linda had vacated. Continue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 9”
FRIDAY FICTION: Budget Hearing
“Military spending is at an all-time high and the Royal Treasury tells me it is not hard to understand why. You, General, ordered 412 operations last year in which all our infantry and cavalry mounted a full assault. That’s more than one Red Alert per day!” “Yes, Your Majesty. We WERE quite fortunateContinue reading “FRIDAY FICTION: Budget Hearing”
Safe To Go Back in the Water?
One of the common paradoxes examined in old postcards is the conflict between people who go fishing in hopes of getting a bite, and then being shocked when they get one. Dogs and mosquitoes are the usual sources of discontent, but the world of aquatic life offers creatures who get logical revenge on theContinue reading “Safe To Go Back in the Water?”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 8
Precisely at twelve (one and one-half hours after his first break and two and one half hours before his next), Matt pulled the door of his cubicle shut and carried his brown paper bag to the nearest lounge. He bought a can of Diet Coke from the machine and sat down at the sameContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 8”
FRIDAY FICTION: Fancy Meeting YOU Here
“You here, Uncle Jack?” “Down cellar.” “Hi, what’s…um, what are you doing?” “Sealing these papers in stasis. Might be safe to touch in eight thousand years.” “So your latest invention is a radioactive printer?” “Nope.” “Your latest invention exploded, then, and spread plutonium across your notebooks?” “TheContinue reading “FRIDAY FICTION: Fancy Meeting YOU Here”
What Are Those Boots Made For?
We seem to have been spending a lot of time lately on the sexual antics and/or misdeeds of our ancestors, and on my way to something else, I began to wonder about the old story of the walk home from the ride in the country. You must know the drill: young man with aContinue reading “What Are Those Boots Made For?”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 7
Matt very slowly eased his head out the door of his cubicle. His mother wore that grey suit he’d seen a thousand times. Ada Silberwetter had an orange-brown ensemble that flowed with her. They stood with their backs to him. Walter Prince faced them, and had obviously not expected to encounter so warm aContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 7”
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