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     The snow crunched under, and into, Matt’s shoes.  Not knowing the protocol of such things, he had gotten out of the cab and sent it away when he was still a goodly distance from the gate.  Seeing an uneasy man approach on foot, the gatekeeper, already disgruntled at being dragged away from Saturday morningContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 22”

     The first glimmer of sunlight was a great relief to Matt.  As long as it was dark, he felt rather obliged to stay in bed and try to sleep.  Whenever he dozed off, however, he found himself in the year-end party room full of corpses he had imagined for fictional purposes, except that atContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter Twenty-One”

     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”

     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”

     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”