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Proceedings

By jelewis8 ⋅ August 7, 2007 ⋅ Post a comment

She discovered the note in his jacket on route to the dry cleaners. The week before they had camped in Wautseka under the stars, made love as tendrils of night tickled their skin. They had dogs, for God’s sake! Divorce would have lasted as long as her trial. Murder one.

She’s A Lady

By jelewis8 ⋅ August 2, 2007 ⋅ Post a comment

She was starved for attention, standing on the corner, staring at the shop window, peering at his reflection across the street. She nudged her hair back. She wanted his notice to fall on her. She wanted his youth. She whispered his name in her head, followed by thoughts of blood.

The Last Journey

By jelewis8 ⋅ July 23, 2007 ⋅ Post a comment

The traveler had entered seen enough truth in travel. He no longer needed maps or guides. He evolved with the culture, knew each language. Nothing surprised him. Thus he found himself passing through the stars to a place the dead call home, and he knew nothing, and this frightened him.

The Mouse Killer

By jelewis8 ⋅ June 28, 2007 ⋅ Post a comment

Tiny tick tocks, like clocks without the clockwork, pitter-pattered through the walls. Old Aundie couldn’t stand the thought of mice, with their little claws, cold feet running up the length of his back, under his gossamer coat of fur… He mewed, for that’s what cats did. That, and kill mice.

The Return

By jelewis8 ⋅ June 26, 2007 ⋅ Post a comment

Ineffably, the mountain rose skyward, lifted by tens of thousands of sparrows, all single-minded in the task. Their wings beat warbling cadences, shifting the air with a whistling not heard since the expulsion of angels from heaven. On the mountain, lost cherub looked down, wishing for freedom, fearing another Fall.

Conscience

By jelewis8 ⋅ June 20, 2007 ⋅ One comment

It appeared as a sizeable bump above my left eye, aching when touched, growing inflamed and red. Over the next few days it shrank to almost nothing. Soon it was an imperceptible welt that took the sullen shade of my skin. The genie’s curse held true. My conscience was lost.

Rogue Signals

By jelewis8 ⋅ June 11, 2007 ⋅ Post a comment

The world bled colors from spectrums never imagined, taking on hues of thought coming through the channel; a hitherto unknown radio frequency. People on the ground felt the music inside their skin before the Ozone Filter reduced the signal to white noise. Rogue signals, even benign ones, were not tolerated.

The Weekend After

By jelewis8 ⋅ May 23, 2007 ⋅ 3 comments

Words disgorged like a river: Stolen. Destroyed. Flooded. Breath. Black. She had shrunk within herself as it happened, then had to grow, or else the knowledge would consume her. She checked for pregnancy, then sat in the back of church where no one could see how dead she was.

Marketing Education

By jelewis8 ⋅ May 22, 2007 ⋅ Post a comment

"There’s products and then there’s knowing your market target, knowing who to sell to," he thought. "All product and no market is called failure." He had been in the business long enough. Time to sell his story on the six o’clock news. He leapt forward. Thirty-two and married, no kids.

Ancient Vessel

By jelewis8 ⋅ May 14, 2007 ⋅ 2 comments

The china dealer watched the customer carefully. The teapot was valuable, more valuable than the ten-dollar tag indicated. Even nicked, the pot’s worth was immeasurable. The customer sighed, placing it back on the shelf. No one ever saw the pot. They always only saw the chip. The dealer smiled sadly.

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