“Can’t and Won’t” Stop Going to Book Stores

My favorite thing to do (within reason) is browse in bookstores.  I like looking, seeing the books, watching people, watching what other people are reading/buying/looking at.  I found myself in a bookstore recently (would find myself there daily, if I had my druthers).  Was grabbed by the cover of Lydia Davis’s collection of short stories Can’t and Won’t. Continue reading

What Suffices

The cursor on his screen beat in perfect time with his uninspired heart.  He had approached the temple, cautiously at first, then more boldly, thinking he would always be welcome.  But now it was empty, and there was a sense of permanence about the vacancy, the only signs of life or sound the echoing, sing-song laughter of a thousand maniacs, also gone.

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Alice

The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction.  She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.
But no.  Un-alone, her mirrored shadow had company in her pantomimic otherworld.  With the beckoning, tenebrous gloom, an apparition, dark and menacing, approached.  She shivered with delighted terror and settled in to watch.
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