RABE MEADOW BEGINS TO FALL
MASON JARR
Mason Jarr felt certain of one thing, and one thing only. If he remained perfectly still, all would be fine. He hired brutes to tie him upright to the wall and tube him extensively so that he could not and would not move. He spent three years motionless attached to the wall, and all was well until the brute attendants grew careless and failed to tend the tubes. Mason Jarr, doomed to starve, was rescued from that fate when the building collapsed before the cold deprivation of nutrients could spend its final coin, and Jarr was found dead and smiling in the rubble.
A SENTENCE BY ANTHONY TROLLOPE
I quite feel that an apology is due for beginning a novel with two long dull chapters full of description.
So Anthony Trollope directly addresses his readers near the beginning of Chapter Two in his novel, Doctor Thorne. Apology accepted, Tony, as your story turns out to be very engaging indeed.
YELLOW SWARM
DELVIN
Delvin lowered the green visor into place. The countdown continued. He shortened, flexing his knees in preparation for the leap. At zero, he hurled himself into the ether, hugging hard his torso and pressing his chin to his chest. A silent minute seemed an empty eternity. Then he felt the slow collapse into syrup. An airy breath circled, pulling him to the wreck. Broken beams angled at him. He held his raised hands up and out in peace. The creature stirred, flashing forward its head on its long supple neck.
Back on the ship, the commander shrugged.
‘Who’s next?’ he said, addressing the rest of the assembled and understandably nervous crew.
EXPECTANT AUTUMN
MINIATURE THERAPY HORSES
miniature therapy horses
sheathed in sweat
canter beneath the savage sun
2 gaggles of tender maidens
dance nearby
supervised by a tiny nun








