Jon looked down. His ring was missing from his hand. So was his finger. Then, with the pain, the memory flooded back.
Moments
Net (2)
-If the holes in the net were smaller, we’d catch more fish.
-But they’d be too little, with no meat. It’s the same with ideas.
-Oh.
Net
The god cast a handful of seed silver-swirling across the night sky. And then they were the net of stars that catch our breath, our thoughts, our dreams, and leave us sleepless for wonder of the darkness beyond them.
Beach. Storm.
First the electric scent of the burning sand as the greasy black clouds roil up from the sea horizon.
Then the hiss of the rain hitting the beach and the steam and the smell of the earth beneath the sand.
She breathed in
She breathed in the hillside mist and the mist became myth and, as she exhaled, once-untrue stories became.
Bottle
He said I had no bottle so I hit him in the face with one. Job accepted, job done. Now who’ll tell me this is no work for a girl?
The key of E
Sleep, sleep well.
Then keys, keys fell.
Hell’s bells! he yelled, sleep-freed.
Learning verbs and truths
We wake, woke, woken.
We speak, spoke, spoken.
Promises break, broke, broken.
Fade in…
Fade in to the music that plays in his head when he thinks of her. The chorus arrives then sticks sticks like old vinyl. Fade out.
He might have been a lead character
He might have been a lead character in an airport novel. His jaw was granite hard and stubbled, his t-shirt tight across wide shoulders and chest. If he sensed injustice, his flint-blue eyes would flash fire, his biceps tighten and, as his fists clenched, the scars on his knuckles would whiten. He looked up at the clock.
Two men the size and shape of tapered wardrobes walked slowly into the bar. They stopped. One smiled. “Hello Fluffy.”
