The dance class sniggered. The female partner shuffled her boots into the center of the board floor. The twist of her mouth told of more… — The dance class sniggered. The female partner shuffled her boots into the center of the board floor. The twist of her mouth told of more than a chip on her shoulder. In fact they could see the brace rods sticking out the back of her bodice. Most of the veterans…

The dead remember us. — A boy hid amid dusky light filtering through filthy upper windows. He lounged on the window ledge of a dusty artist studio, listening to two adults discuss a clay mold half as tall as the shorter adult. Cold air seeped between cracks in the walls. The clay depicted a young…

From one narrator’s process-perspective. — Did you catch my presentation for reader/listeners who wanted to know the behind-the-scenes life of an audiobook? Audiobooks began to be recorded in the 1930’s. The Guinness Book of World Records states, “The first novel (technically a novella) to be recorded was Joseph Conrad’s Typhoon, which was packaged as a…

Self-deception around the fire — Josie sat down beside me on the log. “You not partaking?” She waved her hand at the group of 50 something engineers gathered around the team-building campfire. “Wanna tell me about it?” The bag of marshmallows passed from hand to hand, pointed sticks skewered the sumptuous pillows of fluff. …

The cradle rocked. The sun beat down. Norris licked his fishy lips. — Norris lifted his head off the sodden wood sluiced every other moment with a fresh wave. His lower body wallowed in the deep sea and he had not yet remembered the sharks that swam in these latitudes. His eyes stung from salt. He felt fingers gripping the sleeves of his…

His beauty threw her belly into a last wave and rolled. — Episode 1: Beast Below Decks The captain was god on his own shipmedium.com Episode 2: Beauty in the Lanyards He loved every creaking joint of the old bitch.medium.com Captain Norris roused from last night’s stupour to more cacophony than ever. Feet pounded the planks above his head in every direction, not any proper seamanly order that would mean the sails were being trimmed.

He loved every creaking joint of the old bitch. — Episode 1: https://medium.com/microcosm/beast-below-decks-b7d73c1a05b9 Captain Norris lashed himself to the taffrail and swayed with the heaving Gustavia. The wind howled and the sea burst over the prow, sluicing over the holystoned planks of the deck, running into the cracks, and sometimes sloshing over the side back into the churning waves. He…