Opposite the restroom and the janitor’s closet, in the little side corridor, was an open doorway screened for tonight with a large grey cubicle partition on wheels. At other times, the cozy room beyond might serve to house small gatherings of men and women whose decisions would be blazoned in large black letters inContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 20”
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MIDWEEK FICTION: Never a Godmother Around When You Need One
“Ankle ankle ankle ankle ankle….” “Sir? Sir?” “I beg your pardon. I….my brain…I’m sorry. They call it post-traumatic…. What was the question?” “I’m afraid I was being rude, sir, but I DO wish to know what your ANGLE is in applying for a job for which you are clearly overqualified.” Continue reading “MIDWEEK FICTION: Never a Godmother Around When You Need One”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 19
Her eyes flashed with the petulant outrage of a little girl caught in the cookie jar, thinking it very unreasonable of you to have come into the kitchen at that precise moment. Then her eyelids lowered. “Your mother think of that?” “I don’t need all my fingers to count to nine,” MattContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 19”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 18
Matt growled at the paper plate on his knee, rehearsing what he should have said. He gave himself points for being able to conduct a conversation at all around mouthfuls of calzone, but he was convinced he had said at least three stupid things to each person who stopped him to chat. Had heContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 18”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 17
Muzak and mistletoe but more to the point were the mugs of egg nog clustered under a large statue of a bandaged finger in flight. Not far away. Trays of glasses—wine and soup—surrounded an artwork made up of the exclamation points from a hundred junked typewriters. Mugs and cups had been in straight linesContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 17”
FICTION FRIDAY: Forbidden Rites for the Lovelorn
“What is the meaning of this?” “Oh, mighty Aesterorglym!” “Who said…oh, down there. Another human, is it?” “Yes, oh ancient wise one! I have performed your ceremony as called for in the Nekropedicon.” “That’s loaded with typos, but you’re here. Are long purple noses in style among you evanescent scum?”Continue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Forbidden Rites for the Lovelorn”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter16
No one attempted to kill Matt that afternoon. Outside the city building, a light snow gave the huddling, hustling crowds a bit of sparkle. The sight lowered Matt’s blood pressure. He slowed down to enjoy the array on the plaza: the big Christmas tree with perhaps too many snowmen hanging on it, the massiveContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter16”
FICTION FRIDAY: Red, White, and Ballyhoo
“You around, Uncle Jack?” “Down here.” “So, Happy Quarter Mill…wow!” “Looks different, huh?” “What happened? Your lab used to be filled to the walls with bins and baskets of spare parts and broken handles and….” “Got rid of ‘em.” “That must have been a truckload or two forContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Red, White, and Ballyhoo”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 15
Not only had Matt had the joy of getting up late this morning, but in rushing to make a lunch, he had realized he had not picked up anything to replace the turkey he’d finally finished. Today he had to make do with dry rye bread and even drier cheese. The apple turned outContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 15”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 14
Matt was late for work the next morning, for which he blamed Ada Silberwetter. It was not her fault; he knew that. He was so exhausted after an evening of conversational combat that he should have taken to his bed as soon as he and his mother got safely back to the apartment. Instead,Continue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 14”
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