Tuesday. Hollis Jenkins walked to the mailbox. Never a letter, but he had to clean out the junk every damn day. If not, some kid would pull it out and throw it in the street. Because he could...
"Inside the TV told him to hate most everything and he said yes." Jesus, Victor! That old television will drive us all insane with its fear-mongering, or at least hurry insanity along. So glad I got rid of my TV -- three years ago and have never missed it. This is brilliant writing. I am glad I found you. I have subscribed and now I need a couple of weeks to catch up.
I hope you have many" favorites". Are you as surprised as I am when certain words or phrases including newly invented/re-gigged ones just pop out of you? I am surprised by some of my 're-inventions'. Sneak preview of my coming story: "All words are borrowed", as pronounced by my beloved and magical writing teacher, Andy Couturier of Writing The Opening. Thanks for the caring nudge to present my first story. I continue to recover from Covid which mainly means I am re-prioritizing activities. Until next time.
Nice gut punch, Victor, and well-told. Your few words capture entire generations and demographics. If only a world of lonely white guys with persecution complexes eagerly consuming a steady diet of hate were fiction. As ever, thank you for your stories, and for sharing them with this other world.
A World of No White Paint
Topsy-turvy, inside-out, victim is perpetrator. Really nice, Victor. Thanks for the "Soaring Twenties" turn on.
Quality, especially the ending.
Deep, dark and disturbing. I mean that as a compliment. This is a gritty, thought-provoking piece. Thank you for sharing, Victor.
Victor, I read this when it came out with Soaring Twenties.
"Never a letter, but he had to clean out the junk every damn day. "
I love this line, it lets us know a couple things at once: that this person is lonely and that they are perhaps stuck in the past.
"Inside the TV told him to hate most everything and he said yes." Jesus, Victor! That old television will drive us all insane with its fear-mongering, or at least hurry insanity along. So glad I got rid of my TV -- three years ago and have never missed it. This is brilliant writing. I am glad I found you. I have subscribed and now I need a couple of weeks to catch up.
Was there a reason why you didn't use quotation marks? I'm always curious about why writers do or don't use such things.
I hope you have many" favorites". Are you as surprised as I am when certain words or phrases including newly invented/re-gigged ones just pop out of you? I am surprised by some of my 're-inventions'. Sneak preview of my coming story: "All words are borrowed", as pronounced by my beloved and magical writing teacher, Andy Couturier of Writing The Opening. Thanks for the caring nudge to present my first story. I continue to recover from Covid which mainly means I am re-prioritizing activities. Until next time.
Kid did good!
Holy crap. So that's what going through their minds, then.
You evoked all the feels, Victor. Well done.
Nice gut punch, Victor, and well-told. Your few words capture entire generations and demographics. If only a world of lonely white guys with persecution complexes eagerly consuming a steady diet of hate were fiction. As ever, thank you for your stories, and for sharing them with this other world.
WOW
Wonderment found here
Organicity gifts
World looks differently
I wrote this some time ago inspired by your writing. Maybe I shared it already or maybe I was too shy ... a world full of shyness.
Loved the melodic refrain: "A world of ..."
Enjoyed so many pieces and the whole.
This will reverberate inside me for a while: “They even drained the blood of language so that words no longer took sides.:
ps. I am with your Compadres, below. Thanks for sharing your gift.
Me parece una descripción de algunos vecinos que desafortunadamente me he topado en mi vida. Me gustó mucho, gracias.