Friday, October 30, 2015


While I'm supposed to be thinking about the final chapters of the current book, the bones and nerves of another have been rattling around in my empty head.

Not the story so much as the characters. Anxious, they are, that I not leave them in limbo. Again.

taking notes.

Monday, October 26, 2015


          They took the stairs down three flights, then a long hallway to the elevators. So far there were no sounds of alarm, no sirens. Anna went directly to the restroom and, finding it empty, pulled Jack inside behind her. His bow tie was undone, the top stud missing from his shirt.  He pulled a paper towel, wet it and wiped Ray’s blood from her forehead.
         “You are going to have to get rabies shots, babe.” he said, as she took a stud from the bottom of  the dress shirt and moved it to the top position.

“Here, turn around, I can’t tie this looking at you.” He turned and looked into the mirror as she reached over his shoulders and tied the bow tie by feel, her head down. She pressed close against his back and he could feel her pulse, slow and steady, the chill of her body.

“Are you okay?” he said watching her fingers blindly but deftly pull the sculpted ribbon of black cloth back to perfection under his chin. No answer. “Anna?”

She looked up over his shoulder at his reflection, her eyes intense under the fluorescent lights. She was shivering, right at that place where she could break down or bypass her emotions as if they belonged to someone else. She did what she was best at and lied to herself out loud.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

from MIM

Do we really remember or do we conjure up the magical past?

   Well after dark Bea leaned back in the wet clover and considered the stars which were largely obscured by the yellow wash of the street light. She also considered shooting out that street light. One well placed shooting aggie should do the trick, but she wasn't that good a shot and a miss would probably take out the Republics plate glass window. Mr. Mckinley had enough to worry about. Brucie would come talk to her if he felt like it, stars or no. She was patient.

  Since Brucie died, his mother, Audra, had taken to passing out drunk in any number of public places; the grocery store, the lobby of the post office and, just last week, Nell found her laying flat on the sidewalk halfway up Maple avenue, her butt on the high curb and her legs sticking out in the street like a dead goat. Lord only knows how many passersby clucked their tongues and made note that she had gone out with no drawers on.  Nell dragged her back onto the sidewalk, but couldn't lift her up onto the bus bench.
"She was like a sack of wet cement." she told Mack. Nell tucked Audra's bag under her head and left her posed decently, as if laid out in lavender, and went down the block to fetch her husband.

The whole town pitied her loss, but folks were fresh out of patience with her public drunkenness. If it hadn't been for Nell, Audra would have laid there until a patrol car came by or someone else ran over her sunburned legs. Mack returned to the bus stop with Nell and between the two of them, they were able to haul Mrs. M across the back seat of the Ford where she hummed to herself and then sat up and announced "I have to pee." And she did.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015