The following is a cloud I created containing all the names of countries from which someone viewed my blog during the last year. Larger fonts represent nations with more numerous visits, smaller fonts represent those with less. Outside of the expected visits from my own U.S.A, the bulk of visits originated from Northern Europe and Southern Asia. And a happy hello to the three newcomers that arrived – Nepal, Japan and the Dominican Republic.
As always, my thanks to every visitor, near and far.
I write flash fiction, non-fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from a work in progress.
The steel wind cut above the cobblestones, raking the old woman’s hair across her creased cheeks. She sat on the jumbled rocks of the square, as fractured in pattern as the morality espoused by the cathedral they fronted. Three nuns in habits looked past her bent frame and extended hand, as if the crowd deserved more attention than her shaking fingers. Somewhere someone sang ’tis the season …
I write flash fiction, non-fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from a novel in progress.
They finished their breakfast, cleared the table and filled the sink, before heading for the Jeep. Jessie drove with Molly at her side, up front, and Tumbleweed in the back, prepared to tuck with oncoming traffic. There was little and, as they wound down the road toward Deadman, it became obvious why. The whole canyon was filled with a dirty, cornflower haze. Visibility deteriorated with every drop in elevation. The rain from the previous night’s storm had done less to extinguish the wildfires than its wind and lightning had done to stoke them. Overhead, the sound of helicopters and PBY’s droned up and down the valley like worker bees. The acrid stench was potent, stinging Jessie’s nostrils. She removed her sunglasses and pulled her bandana down to wipe across her eyes.
“It’s got to be pretty close,” Molly guessed. “I wonder if any evacuations have been issued. I better call in.”
Author’s Note: Now and again The Tease has featured slices from my upcoming novel. This work is nearing completion and, in order not to spoil any of its outcomes, this will be the last monthly installment to draw upon that source. Fear not, The Tease will go on, and the novel (in its full form) will be available soon enough.
I write flash fiction, non-fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from a short fiction piece in progress.
The wet trail smells like childhood and the sky is painted dark like death. Between the two, hanging from the horizon, burn the changing leaves of Autumn, and his life. Slog, trudge – pause to glimpse the beautiful, the mysterious – then slog, trudge and carry on once more. The trail seemed to be all that mattered, all that existed, aside from his thoughts … and the fire.