FICTION FRIDAY: Storybook Romance
“I’m doomed to live single forever.” “Oh, I don’t know. If Your Highness fixed up that haircut, and showered a little more often.” “That’s not the problem, My Lady. My parents offended my fairy godmother, Ashsiaix….” “Ashsiaix?” “Yes, the fairy godmother with white streaks in her purple eyebrows. My parents…
Gee Whiz
I was just standing there minding my own business, when the thought struck me. Just what IS the deal with that dog? Or horse? And exactly who’s the shady figure behind the deal? The Interwebs took some convincing before it would help at all. I KNOW the computer has done a lot to…
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 11
Matt took a fraction of a second, standing on the bottom step of the bus, to look for Marshall Silberwetter, or, more likely, one of his aides. Marshall himself would probably not bother to venture out into the thighbiting wind just to witness another of his wife’s assignations. That fraction of a second…
See More Sea Shore
“Shall I sell you something, sir?” “Yer kinda cute. Whatcha got fer sale?” “Seashells.” “Seashells? We’s at da beach!” “Yes, sir. I sell seashells by the seashore.” “What the hey? I can walk all over and pick up my own seashells! Ya can’t make much doing ‘at?” “Well,…
Finding a Good Seat
Last week, we looked into the role played on postcards of couches, sofas, davenports, and settees, concentrated on postcards which showed the usefulness of this type of furniture for courting couples. However, postcard artists were also alive to the possibilities of the couch as a setting for women sitting by themselves. The word…
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 10
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. That…
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 as…
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 the…
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. …
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 fortunate…
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