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2014 – September 22 – Dr. Stanley Has a Date

It’s the 22nd, time to read “Dr. Stanley Has a Date” by Margaret Bingel.

Nora’s foot taps on the ground as she sits on the park bench. Even though there is no chill of autumn yet, she pulls on the sleeve of her blouse, fingers tracing the seam. I could leave now, she tells herself. I can just get up, and go, and pretend this didn’t happen and I can go back home. A stranger’s laugh tears her from her thoughts, and she whips her head over her shoulder nervously.

This has been an intense series, mainly centered on Ned, but his mother has had a part as well, and this month is hers. Continue reading

2014 – September 21 – One Way or Another

On the 21st we’re reading “One Way or Another,” by Mandy Nicol.

Charlie and I went to Angela’s wedding yesterday. Angela looked beautiful, in a sheathed mermaid type of way. She confided she had stacked on the kilos this past fortnight while fretting over whether she’s doing the right thing, whether she really wants to settle down and live the rest of her life with one person.

This intriguing series has been an extended tennis match between Nadia and Mum. One month is a log, the next a two-handed backhand smash. Last month I wrote: “Point to Mum, I’d say.” And since I’m fond of Nadia (and the elder dog, Peregrine), that left Continue reading

2014 – September 20 – Connections

On the 20th we’re reading “Connections” by Sally-Anne Macomber.

To: Milton Flaxmill, Red Cow Publishing

From: Trudy Polaris

Date: September 20, 2014 1: 07 p.m.

Re: Do you know any fashion designers?

Dearest Milton, We had some strange visitors yesterday.

At first I thought they were spies.

The intrepid Trudy Polaris is back this month, and there’s an awfully big deal astir. It begins with an unlikely spy.

I opened the door and there on the doorstep stood a tall, thin man with a clipped moustache and wearing a blue and yellow t-shirt.

This is not such a strange thing, though, finding a tall , thin man with a clipped moustache and wearing a Continue reading

2014 – August 19 – Guilt

It’s the 19th, time for “Guilt” by Gay Degani.

Dr. Sam Martin finds himself on the sidewalk along the Old Road, his mind a jagged mosaic: the breeze smelling of barbeque – the days getting shorter – he should get rid of that stack of wood – why hasn’t that stop sign , twisted by last January’s windstorm, been replaced? And then, an image of Charmaine, hands on hips, belly beginning to swell – Charmaine smashing the new tile in the bathroom – Charmaine curled next to their aero-bed, her nightgown crumpled above her waist, the worn pine floor stained with blood.

Last month I commented on how this patchwork quilt we thought we Continue reading

2014 – September 18 – Undone

The 18th brings “Undone” by Stephen V. Ramey (reviewed by Andrew Stancek).

“Control-Z,” I say. Undo last change. “Remember how I showed you?”

Frank leans over the keyboard. I lean over his shoulder. I’ve been trying to teach him Microsoft Excel for a couple of weeks now. He got it in his head to do his household budget on the computer though he thinks it’s a magic box with evil intentions. His daughter bought it for him last Christmas.

In this month’s installment of Stephen Ramey’s saga, our protagonist is not on the streets anymore; he’s allowed another human being into his life.  A return into the human community seems possible.

He says Continue reading

2014 – September 17 – My Suicide, Interrupted

It’s the 17th and we’re reading “My Suicide, Interrupted” by Gwendolyn Joyce Mintz.

Mora will be angry. But I believe at some point she’ll understand. I can’t text that goodbye and certainly not to her. She’s a glimmer of hope that won’t die out.

Last month I wrote: “… this month’s very short installment offers hope that as alone as we might feel, we can sometimes find connection if we’re open to that possibility.” This month reminds us that not everyone is open to that possibility. Through eight chapters the members of the suicide club have bonded and found excuses not to die, but we suspected it couldn’t Continue reading

2014 – September 16 – High and Dry as Those Trapped Souls

It’s the 16th, and we’re reading “High and Dry as Those Trapped Souls” by James Claffey.

The top of the house overlooks the river and the surrounding countryside, and the Bird, as he sweeps the binoculars across the horizon, can name the neighbors who once were friends of his parents.

Last month I wrote: “The storm is coming, have no doubt, and whether it will rain down upon the Bird, or the Bird will storm upon the world remains to be seen.” This month reveals the beginnings of that answer.

A woman steps off the bus and holds her hand to her head, keeping her hat in place as the Continue reading

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I am an American author of contemporary and speculative fiction. My short stories and flash fictions have appeared in dozens of places, from Microliterature to Daily Science Fiction. My first collection, Glass Animals, is available from Pure Slush Books.

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I'm an editor of speculative fiction. In 2013 I am co-editing Triangulation: Steel Cities with Amr Abouelleil. In 2012 I edited Triangulation: Morning After, and In 2010 I co-edited Triangulation: Last Contact with Jamie Lackey. I am also the editor for trapeze, a twitter-based magazine.

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