A dark, fantastical tale that is intended to unfold a paragraph, or thereabouts, at a time.
17 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.10
For my eye, no need, still. Light for you though love. It is darker, deeper here than the Middle-below above. From a concealing pocket, somewhere under-gown she pulls something frost-blue and opaque, passing its waxiness to Umin. The stone-thing i...
16 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.03
Sepet, with lips pursed, slips like a rusty-hued wraith back into the curtain folds. In a veritable blink, returning with the iron-dry click of numerous weighty keys carried on a ponderous ring. Jewel box diminutive, to granary-key hand-span, a lock...
12 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.02
Thin lips part and resolve from a place nonplussed to one of muted affection. “Dear Pyna...” Sepet sweet Fetch for me, so kindly, Father’s fourth key… The tray-bearer’s brows, thin as his lips, a little, cloud. “As you wish. Allow me this-” Pyna,...
10 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.02
Twig-limbed and bustling, a figure swathed so thickly in rubious enfoldings as to be near indistinguishable from the cascade of surrounding curtain-cloth. He emerges from the greater tangle bearing a slight, copper-gleaming service, piled assiduousl...
9 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.05
Down a further corridor bustling with statues of knotty wood and kneaded stone, cut and sanded into unlikely and often unpleasant configurations. Umin recognizing the belly-churning depiction of Soubra’s Hundred Forms of Grief to Felicity. Opening i...
7 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.05
Only Umin’s way-weary and thinning boots rasp along in their passage. From out the wood-whorled hall and across a chiaroscuro commons. Here numerous figures lounge. Clad in the commonly caliginous and ample garb - all folds, creases, pockets and fl...
5 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.09
A moment under scrutiny, sub rosa. Figures unseen, but their presence, nonetheless vividly apprehended. Quiet words pass before a beckoning wave of the hand. At this Umin makes his furtive way, heart a shapeless burden of misgivings and thirsty cu...
3 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.04
Ghostly, she moves into the welcoming gleam beneath the entombing gloom of a door, heavily hinged and ajar. The Hub of Father’s Wheel… Umin squints at the gourd-yellow placard pendant above the portal, mouthing to himself the meaning of silver-frette...
26 Feb 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.01
Umin is drawn along through an interrupted landscape of swaying, smokey low alleys and cascading architectures, gently and gracefully but with all the inevitability of season or tide. The way winds a while like a crumpled tunnel from out the great ba...
24 Feb 2021 1 minute read 5 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.03
Pyna pauses. Hard-by where the market-round breaks into a delta of differing pathways which wander off and into all cardinal directions. Snaking out senselessly into the mushrooming settlement. With a sudden silken-gentle motion, she traps Umin’s wri...
