171 Extracted Words – The Tease – October 2017

October 2017

I write flash fiction, non-fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from a work in progress.

He jerked the reading glasses off the tip of his red nose and looked down at his dogs, Franklin and Jefferson and Molly. The older Franklin lay by the unlit fireplace, snoozing, as if it were January not August. Jefferson, his big shepherd, perked his ears and sat up at the first sign that their might be some action. Lifting his glasses was sign enough. Molly, his retriever, just looked at him with approving, hopeful wags of her tail, sweeping her hair and a bit of dust to each side with every swipe.

“Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I believe it is time.” He stood and walked to his desk, Jefferson on his heels. He pulled a pen from its stand and a long, yellow pad from a drawer and placed his glasses back at the tip of his nose. He opened the window to reveal its screen and flipped on a small, black fan near the  sill. Patting Jefferson between his ears, he looked to the pine ceiling and then down to the desk, writing swiftly once he began.

 

 

 

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England Part IV – Cambridge

My final installment from our summer visit to Great Britain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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England Part III – Bury St. Edmunds

Our visit to the market and ruins in pictures.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

83 Extracted Words – The Tease – September 2017

September 2017

I write flash fiction, non-fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from a work in progress.

Tumbleweed slouched over the cool, cigarette-burned, pinewood table that was rapidly becoming a salon for his new circle of friends at the Turtle, even those that seemed to continually orbit the minor celebrity, Max Mann. Perhaps the gatherings were because of him. Even in Mann’s absence, it was odd that no one had arrived to celebrate. He wondered where everyone was. Surely, they had heard by now the news of his victory, however unlikely. Perhaps they didn’t believe the news. He hardly did himself.

England Part II – The Isle of Ely

Its name taken before the draining of the fens, Ely offers a wonderful day of exploration.

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England Part I – London

The first of four installments from our recent visit to the U.K.

 

 

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261 Extracted Words – The Tease – July 2017

July 2017

I write flash fiction, non-fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from a work in progress.

 “Will I see you later?”

“I’ll be around.”

He followed her out the door and then watched through rose-colored sclera as her Tucson rolled down the steep asphalt driveway, dotted with pinecones and needles, to the canyon road below. He could hear her SUV accelerate as she rapidly attained highway speed and was gone.

He scratched the emerging stubble on his neck before sitting down on the front steps with his coffee cup. The mug had acquired a crack across the handle he hadn’t noticed before. He set his coffee on the wooden porch and leaned back, cradling his throbbing head in his palms. His gut, empty and jittery, gurgled in protest over the last remnants of tequila and salsa from the night before. He yawned and stretched, popping the cartilage in his elbows. The vibration from his shifting rump created concentric circles in his drink, like the rings on a stump that reveal its years. He felt as if his rings were amassing at an accelerated rate. Another year, another bevy of conquests. Another ring.

Trees retained scars in their rings. Fire, disease, infestation. His rings no longer displayed scars. His impassivity deflected such penetrating injuries.

He thought about the waitress, the one with the octopus tattoo, the one that had chided him about his car. He wondered if that was what he sacrificed, or even more deflating, who he sacrificed, by bagging a plenitude of Tucson-types over the years. Is that what maturing amounted to, finally seeking a meaningful relationship over a bottomless cistern of vapid encounters? Or did aging simply equate to regret toward the choices he had made?