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Author Archives: glossarch
A Different Season #FridayFictioneers
“Best to hide under the nose of the enemy, I suppose,” I said. “Must have passed ten department stores on my way here.” She glanced up from her tea. “The doctors go where the sick people are”. “So how’s the … Continue reading
Quickening #FridayFictioneers
When my wife opened our window for the first time, a quick little sparrow rushed into our room and fluttered about. I stepped back for a minute, then went to catch her. As I closed in I confess I was … Continue reading
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To Inherit the Earth #FridayFictioneers
They always had liquor cabinets, but this one really took the cake. I mean, top shelf stuff. There was no ice in the freezer – but then again, there hadn’t been much ice for about 7 years now. No matter. … Continue reading
Buy Bread, Alone #FridayFictioneers
It took him a few minutes to decide what to wear to the bakery. He went with a clean cut look in the end: something Ralph Lauren with a collar. Then he was on the sidewalk and doing his best … Continue reading
Sere Genesis #FridayFictioneers
It began when I climbed the low basalt hill at the edge of town. I found a cave halfway up the side, you see. The weird thing is, now I keep having to go back. And I just can’t shake … Continue reading
Feeling Light #FridayFictioneers
He wove the wires around the bolts and turned them once; she jumped. “What is this? Some sort of flame?” she asked. He smiled in the strange white light. “This, my love, is called electricity.” Then he reached into his … Continue reading
Weight and Weightlessness #FridayFictioneers
“So, what, you screwed up your life and now you’re a mover?” Jim glanced at the teenager lounging against the barren wall. “Nice thought, kid, but no. I chose this job.” “Chose, huh?” Jim wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. … Continue reading
I Will Make You Fishers of Men, He Said #FridayFictioneers
He carries a black Sharpie with him at all times. It is ideal for quick scribbling in public places: a granite bench, a concrete wall by the ATM, the smooth white tiles above the row of urinals in an airport … Continue reading
Kryptonite #FridayFictioneers
The man walked around the car, smiling slightly at the Kansas license plate still stuck in the corner of the rear view windshield. “What brings you here, anyway?” asked the mover’s assistant. “World peace,” the man replied. The movers glanced … Continue reading
The Revenant #FridayFictioneers
She lit the candle on the windowsill and bent to slip on her mud-caked shoes. “What would happen I followed you?” I asked. She plucked the candle out of its holder and looked back at me. “Do you know the … Continue reading
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