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3 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Perhaps I might fetch you a rat, or a little mouse, instead of that... It said with a tender wryness, unseen as he peered at the wrinkled and pebbly stone-work. The voice retreating into the distance on the softness of bare footfalls.
1 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Instead he moves to face the wall and tepid trickle of water, ruefully gnawing at the crust of his last black-seed cake. Trying to remember how many days had receded since his descent into the Shallows. He regrets not pocketing the locket-clock in hi...
30 Sep 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Another pause and a stillness belied only by the sifting of some nearby particulate. He waits. He provides no reply. He has never given answer to its unpredictable strings of nonsense. Its partially fulfilled rhymes and unlikely thoughts.
29 Sep 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Oh, Little Basket, Oh, In a Little Orchard, My Little Petal. Oh, in a Little Basket, The Little Pin-Man a Little Hen He Poached...
29 Sep 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
There follows a breath, a pause like poison honey waiting to drip slow from the cusp of a spoon. Its voice is sweet and spare. Both queerly alluring and elusively repulsive.
29 Sep 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
His gaze is gritty with gray motes of dryness and heavy, deprived of anything but days of the most fitful rest and more significantly, by a thick directionless fear that refuses to thin. He sips lukewarm water from rough crockery. A yellow-gray cup a...
29 Sep 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
My mother named me Pyna...In a soft sing-song, an unnerving iambic.It slides, now soundlessly, on naked little toes from out his muddy gaze then back again, to and fro.Shadow to gloom, dark to adumbration, then back again.Sand and rock-salt pebbles r...
28 Jul 2019 6 minute read 0 comments mgaft1
Something hissed and gurgled on a stove; the conditioner hooted resisting heat. A smell of baked starch impregnated the air. Gorn sat in a chair, relaxed and allowing a thought to turn and float weightlessly, reflecting and stumbling over the events,...
16 Jun 2019 1 minute read 0 comments fredkese
I mistakenly hit her breast with my elbow whiles getting down the bus. I looked at her apologetically expecting a slap or at least, an insult. She smiles at me and says, if your d*ck is as hard as your elbow I will give you my contact. Wow!
28 Apr 2019 1 minute read 0 comments Steve B Howard
This one is FREE for a few more days!!!!!!https://books2read.com/u/mZPoJD
