From December, 2018

Connection

Unobtrusive by design, the rotary phone squatted on a middle shelf, in the fourth aisle of the antiques mall, over a box of Herb Alpert LPs, by an electric knife, five red glass tumblers, and four cups on three matched Stanglware saucers. He almost passed by, as he had the paintings of boulangeries and Dutch…

Lint, Dust and Hair

It makes no sense. The envelope is face-down on my desk, one end of its flap torn up and the short edge ripped open to the bottom. Its contents, a pile of lint, dust and hair flattened into a grainy disk between the folds of a piece of paper, is lying on the desk in…

Mr. Milfred Morganstone Sends His Regrets

What a day, what a doozy, what a doodah dinger of a day. Fair play? No contest, sultry floozy, sensuous singer, I’ll say. Made merry midnight madness, met this marvelous miraculous mate, a lark, a lovely lady lavish Lucy, so lovely to stay out so late. What wonder, what worthiness? What can one so mortal…