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”
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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”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter Thirteen
Three meals had been spoken for; the bonbon in the gold wrapper had departed, perhaps to return one day. Ada announced there would be tie enough to solve five murders before anything like food arrived. The dim light of a candle and gold-shaded globes in the ceiling fell now upon the body of evidence:Continue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter Thirteen”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 12
The crisp, bright host led them to a table by a window. Matt stayed way back, damp and sagging in a suit which had already seen a full day’s work. Fog drifted past, outside the window. He was glad that it was outside and he, at last, was inside. Warm and damp was betterContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 12”
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 parentsContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Storybook Romance”
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 secondContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 11”
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,Continue reading “See More Sea Shore”
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. ThatContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 10”
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