And I can see her more clearly, not silhouetted. It's one of those things: she'd be beautiful if she weren't a deranged monster.
My ears are starved for noises, like when you step forward, expecting ground, and you fall for a split second when it's just a little further than you knew.
There was a nearly spherical butt churning right beside him. It was tightly bound in tweed, and it rolled back and forth merrily with each step.
He could have read a book for the hour-long commute, listened to podcasts. But frequently they were the only two people aboard.
The young man with tousled blond hair flipped through the large book. "Let's see... flocci... naucin... oh, nihili... that must be related to nihilism or annihilation... pili... fication." "Put it all together!" The woman looked down at her friend, fists on hips. Her casual clothes were stretched taut and she was shoeless. "I'm trying! Floccinauci... … Continue reading Lingumagnification
The next time she breezed by, my boss flagged her down and introduced us. "Nora, this is Alvin," Marion said, placing a hand on Nora's shoulder. "Nora's creating a new position for herself..."
My first attempt at recording, saving, and uploading an audiobook of one of my stories.
"So the holiday's over." "Yes, time goes on, as ever it has and ever it shall." Her eyebrows furrowed at him. "That means I'm going back to school."
The handsome little man sat on a wooden bench, procured for him by the butcher. Zona smiled at him, enchanted by the detail on his little jacket and overcoat, the amazing range of expressions he went through during their chat.
Her arrangement was different every year, but there was always a logic to it. The grain mill and the train depot always had to go on the outside of town; the fire station had to be near the center, along with Town Hall and the post office.