It’s nice to be able to rely on family. Humans in the West are so cut off from one another; I’ve talked with otherwise genius doctors who could not name their grandparents. Atomized. Adrift. Almost by design.
There was once a pharmacist who I, politely, made an example of. This was years ago, when ancestry.com was still pretty much free. I started in 17th Century England and clicked from one name to another, him watching next to me. Click, click, click. “And here,” I concluded, “is fifteen-year-old me standing next to my mother’s mother.”
Almost four hundred years of family. This clever guy could not fathom it. I encouraged him to look into his family but I don’t think anything came of it. Sad. We should not be alone.
That’s enough talking; I’m still moody. Let’s see what Georgie can do.
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It is dark here. I grow tired of this cursed central Ohio county.
Let us look somewhere brighter.
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I admit is a kind of retread. That is, a story I’ve explored before. So, yes, is a Lenten cheat.
Once upon a time, I had a writing experiment. About five years ago. It was based upon two songs I’ll address in the next post. For those of a certain age, it’s obvious. I first thought it was about Machines. I was wrong.
The original form was muddled. I’m trying to tighten this up as something very, very, odd for me:
Allegory. Allegory of the Cold War in Europe.
Continue reading “Pirate Twins, 1, again.”
This not the short I originally saw. After last night’s tragic news, I wanted to a little more about the West’s current attempt at suicide. But, there’s still hope. Hope, much like Evil, can often be found in the most unlikely places.
Thanks, everyone, for reading this story. I think I’ll try to make ‘Defiant’ into a proper novel, but I’m taking the rest of this weekend off.
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Left DayJob an hour early. When my boss asked why, I told her: I’m ending the Cold War. She really should know better than to speak to me.
There’s still a short coda I want to write, as this has been the oddest writing exercise in my life. It began as just another escapade into Machine Civilization. That mold broke very quickly, becoming an allegory of the Cold War, something only oldsters like me recall.
Old? Very: Tuesday was the 25th Anniversary of my better half and I. Either her standards are very low, or I’m much better in bed than I realize. Likely the former.
Once I write the coda – tomorrow – this will end up being about 18-19k words. Who publishes ‘historical allegories’, these days?
Thanks, everyone, for reading!
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This was, originally, two posts: I really wanted to get up and ahead one in case an outbreak of RealLife (TM) prevented me from finishing this no later than Friday.
But, it just didn’t work. It was awful. So I moved a couple of things and smoothed the transition (but I bet y’all can still see where it is) and am posting it. Your win, my loss. Sorta.
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Towards the end of this, I had to make a trip to the toilet. I saw a new character from my old past. That just pushed this to #20 episodes. Shoot me.
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I’m beginning to think I should turn this into a sub-folder before it takes over this blog. I’ve never done a flash-fiction series in this weblog before, and am not entire clear on the visual dynamics of how to effectively present it. Suggestions welcome.
As I mentioned on Gab.ai, I’d paused this right before Europa came out mad. I’d not seen that. My family and I went to the Saturday 1700 Mass. The OT reading, from Jerimiah, was about J telling God, “You duped me!” Sitting there in the pew, I started grinning like more of an idiot as the rest of #11 opened in my mind.
There are no such things as coincidences.
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Was originally going to stop this whole thing at #10. Momentum and the gathering thereof. So, maybe #15. This is a little shorter, as there’s not that much talking in it: Logres and Europa get some together-time and use their mouths for something else. If you’re below the age of twelve, this segment has icky-mushy stuff in it. You’ve been warned.
It’s the weekend, so I think I’ll get another drink and go ahead and write #11.
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