Are You Haunted: part five

Are You Haunted (five)   “I hope no one…” He’d been on the verge of a conventional remark. But how tidily arranged the sparkling wreckage was….how densely packed and flush the filled chambers were; how devoid, how sanitized, how stripped clean was the entire site, of any debris much larger than a splinter of glass. […]

Are You Haunted: part four

Are You Haunted (four)       He gave no emphasis to this, other than to rise, and fix Powell with a frank, direct stare. Isobel had slipped away. Tovey, moving towards the barn, and dropping one conversational shoe after the other, had induced Powell to change his position. She’d left, he thought, when her […]

Are You Haunted: part three

Are You Haunted (three)     “Same place you started out this morning.” He crowded Isobel into the corner on their side of the booth, and answered Powell with his mouth full. He leaned low over his plate as he forked at his hash browns. He sat up straighter. “That’s the house we’re talking about.” […]

View Halloo: Hammersmith (twenty-three)

View Halloo (twenty-three)         Swan’s lodging house…or private business of some other type…began its intercourse with the visitor in a sunlit parlor, flanked by closed doors. Hogben, for having breakfasted at Aimee’s, ridden on a train, walked a half-dozen city blocks to Krabill’s, gone by cab to lunch at the St. Bernard, […]

Are You Haunted: part two

Are You Haunted (two)           “Well, I never looked. You just better come out with me and see.” He trailed after Guy, stalling to gaze back over his shoulder at wildly overgrown lilacs, blossoming branch tips prying into the windows on the unshaded kitchen side. He saw peonies, their buds not […]

Are You Haunted: part one (novella)

  Are You Haunted (one)               O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind Saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.   Samuel Taylor Coleridge The Rime of […]

A Titled Visitor: Hammersmith (twenty-two)

  A Titled Visitor (twenty-two)       Vic, as Aimee with Curach, longed for an opportunity to pull—in this case, Monty Hogben would have to do—a confidant aside and ask: What’s it all about? Mossbunker’s height put the two of them knee to knee, and Vic bounced along eyeing the mogul’s chin (not to […]

Are You Alienated: conclusion

Are You Alienated (eleven)     “John’s friend,” Torbay said. “Ilya.” “The owner,” Emmett austerely corrected, “is Mr. Virgil. Ilya has no money of his own.” “Art,” Minta asked, “has a system?” “If you had read the sort of adventure yarns that I grew up with…” Torbay gave her a once-overing look. “Which seems unlikely…you’d […]

Are You Alienated: part ten

  Are You Alienated (ten)     The library’s architectural style was modern. It was of the 1960s, the building’s spare outer walls segmented into stunted rectangles of concrete composite, offset by ranks of recessed, tinted windows. But in the ’90s, an environmental project had added a disharmonious piazza of sorts to the library’s front. […]

Are You Alienated: part nine

Are You Alienated (nine)     Her phone was under the wax wrapper of the nacho burrito Cammie had bought herself for lunch. Warmth and grease had transferred through to the screen. She wiped this on her tee shirt. “Delete all calls?” the phone asked. Cammie hit cancel and thought about Minta Castelberry. What had […]