Meeting Dan’s Boss
“Those pills your boss give you, do you know what it was?” Keisha asked, making one of those long slow turns where the highway climbed into the mist, the white fences ticking by against the bright green turf of Kentucky …
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The Night Garden
A digression out of On The Knowing Of Cats;
He lets Dance direct him, pretending that he doesn’t already know where the man lives. He’s intrigued to learn about the place and its neighborhood through the younger man’s comments.
Dance …
Amalia’s Advice
Is there anything more civilized than a winter lunch at a warm, quiet, leather-clad club with Corelli on the hidden speakers? Emma sighs, nibbling on savory house-baked crackers. The soup is superb, a deep brown beef stock redolent of onions. …
Stress Fractures
“Stress fractures,” Bud Innes pronounces. His twinkling eyes belie the solemn portentousness of the words.
“Oh?” Drin says encouragingly.
“All these blow-ups and upsets, small wars… They keep the greater mass from self-destructing, you understand. The First Violist was expecting …
What Other People Don’t See
“I am digging new plot weeds. Please may you call when it is one pm?” Dance requests.
“Sure,” Emma says, glancing up from her laptop, and blinking dry eyes.
He’s wearing the oldest of his cheap thrift store sweatpants, which …
Jokes From Dance
His name is not Ha Neol Ahn. Not any more.
It rattles her. That name came out of the research she did before their prizewinner showed up, when she was trying to get some grip on where their first chair …
We Begin the Beguine
“Does our Miss Emma believe in fate?” Dance asks.
Emma rubs her eyes, looks up from the stack of grant application paperwork. “What are you talking about?”
“Does Miss Emma ever pray for good luck, as some of the ladies …
Jigs in the Stairwell
The stairwell is no longer pleasantly echoing with Irish jigs and reels.
“It’s drowning frogs out there,” Emma says, crossly, shaking out her umbrella. Her shoes are soaked. “Did you hear the thunder going?”
“Yes, I did, and just look …
Remembrance of Horrors Past
When he wakes up, in the dark, his body is rocking back and forth at some indeterminate height, on inadequate padding, and something is brushing at his hair. He blinks, twists a little, and relaxes. He is in the upper …
The Caves of Altamira, Steely Dan
I’d been meaning to pick up on earlier references to “the Caves of Altamira” for The Principles Of Moments website where we’ve been working on story.
I think this one comes from a different one, not sure of its …
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