Cadisk: seventh Tourmaline (part three)

Tourmaline Cadisk (conclusion)       Moody, with a smile, backed a few steps, then turned and beelined through an office door. The conference table was centered between arrays of full-length windows, three doors on either end, two little hallways cutting executives from staffers, emptying to the elevator this side, the restroom, that. She would […]

Cadisk: seventh Tourmaline (part two)

Tourmaline Cadisk (part two)     Or poetry, as Anton had. A last testament, as Frederick. If you were busy matching colored squares, you might ignore permission to write. As you liked. The other person she saw was the Hidtha woman who came to take up sheets and towels, replace them. It was Palma’s own […]

Cadisk: seventh Tourmaline (part one)

  Tourmaline Cadisk (part one)           Nothing netted any longer from the ocean, the harbor and all its traffic suborned to a use, the district peopled only with transients, intractable Jocelynists, the never-seen detainees…Cadisk was a coastal town with a prison economy. Residents were less happy than inmates. They could never […]

Bad Counsel: conclusion

Short Stories Bad Counsel (seven)       When the customer has left them alone, she comes up to the booth. “Buel? Can I move in with you?”   Now Andrée is passing his house, on foot. She finds herself caught at the trailing edge of a revelation. Not a good one. The picture, vivid […]

Bad Counsel: part six

Short Stories Bad Counsel (six)         “Not paid them. I file. I always get a refund.” Maybe he’d ask how much. This buffet/carry-out place had been only a block from the lot, the walk a short one. Buel swung a chair to a bistro table by the window. “Andy!” Nicknaming her. “So, […]

Bad Counsel: part five

Short Stories Bad Counsel (five)     Saturday, Karen had asked if she had anything to wash. Andrée scooped up everything lying on the foot of the bed, the chair back, the bathroom rug. Sunday, Karen would take a carload of boxes to the new place and be gone all day. While on the phone […]

🎄Are You Merry and Bright: conclusion

Are You Merry and Bright (four)       “Got yourself a little doggy-pal,” Dexter murmured, during this lacuna. “Give and take,” Ernestine came back at him, with a shrug. “I figure…” She sat, and looked Chilton in the eye. “…you could skip the others…give me five thousand for the whole place. I’d be happy […]

🎄Are You Merry and Bright: part three

Are You Merry and Bright (three)       Then he thought of another thing. “How much?” “I don’t get you.” “Did you like him?” She rolled her eyes. “Just to say hello to. But I mean…” She spoke to Maxwell. “It’s people’s money. And they think they’re learning about investing.” Maxwell gave her in […]

🎄Are You Merry and Bright: part two

Are You Merry and Bright (two)         “Yeah… Fa la la. La la.” “Dexter, that’s Deck the Halls.” Mr. Chilton cleared his throat. “It is a local tradition. You will have seen this story recounted in your Christmas Day newspaper, of the generosity of a Mr. X. Of course, if the two […]

🎄Are You Merry and Bright: part one

    I began this project with the observation that many writers have done a Christmas story or two, but few have done a dozen—a full collection of them. The October story is probably the easiest holiday piece to write. No one does much navel-gazing on the true meaning of Halloween. Horror, a variation on […]