Prologue to The Monarchs

“Look at that big piece of driftwood,” she laughed. “It looks like a dead giant caterpillar washed ashore.” Grant Jenssen laughed, too, but then he took a second look. The wood was washed not quite white, more of a light tan, and the little stubs from broken branches could have been legs; the resemblance toContinue reading “Prologue to The Monarchs”

on waking

There, did you see it, just then? I napped like death for an hour and a half this afternoon, and you almost slipped out without my knowing, but you whispered my name to be sure, and I heard. Now, alone, I breathe full and deep and feel the life renewed from sleep, rested and recreatedContinue reading “on waking”

Chance encounter at a park bench

Winston looked both ways and behind him before he started to write. “I think the Marxists are about to topple the government. Either they will win the election, or they will take it forcefully afterward rather than concede defeat. The rioting is just the precursor, legitimizing their violence in the streets …” “Whatcha got there?”Continue reading “Chance encounter at a park bench”

The Newcomer: A brief morality play

He turned at the shout and eyed the new arrival, who stood in the dusty street brandishing a weapon. Onlookers scattered for cover as he assessed the scene, no discernible expression on his face. He sighed. “Violence is a last resort,” he said evenly to the newcomer. “I have no interest in hurting you. Now,Continue reading “The Newcomer: A brief morality play”

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