No time to beg her heart to jump from the balcony and make itself at ease in his breast pocket for he is near a deathdoor because time has filled him with six dozen birthday cakes and a case of colon cancer....
I'm late to the party but felt compelled to comment on the sheer magic of the language and the quotability of line after line in this piece. Such inventive style and humor mixed with reflection, sadness and hope. I"m gonna dig deeper into the archives now. Thanks Victor.
Victor, you write these short descriptions that are both full of life and also a peculiar insight into the characters' psyches at one and the same time.
I love this, this is the kind of storytelling that has to be read at an open mic, and what a close, with "life is not a plaything to be tossed into the trash when it gets dirty".
I thoroughly enjoyed this, Victor. Thank you for conjuring it from your imagination and manifesting it into our inboxes. Your take on romance in the age of aging has reminded me that I'm rapidly approaching that Buick mechanic-ing place. Also, "burgers in the style of ancient Rome" - I'm going to have to research that!
Covid Knocked on my door. Came and went. Some of its attendants still linger. I will circle back and continue pondering on this foreign concept - dressed or not.
I really like it Victor! "or as they say down in Louisiana, dressed." - A long time since I've heard this - from my home state. :)
Gracias! Por esta romántica historia. Definitivamente hay amor aquí.
I'm late to the party but felt compelled to comment on the sheer magic of the language and the quotability of line after line in this piece. Such inventive style and humor mixed with reflection, sadness and hope. I"m gonna dig deeper into the archives now. Thanks Victor.
Victor, you write these short descriptions that are both full of life and also a peculiar insight into the characters' psyches at one and the same time.
I love this, this is the kind of storytelling that has to be read at an open mic, and what a close, with "life is not a plaything to be tossed into the trash when it gets dirty".
We have them all dressed in Canada too . . . maybe the phrase came to Louisiana from the Acadians?
I liked this one extra much.
Maybe love can fight off revolutionaries come to take the ranch. If so how that happens is a secret that reveals itself in the needed moment.
I thoroughly enjoyed this, Victor. Thank you for conjuring it from your imagination and manifesting it into our inboxes. Your take on romance in the age of aging has reminded me that I'm rapidly approaching that Buick mechanic-ing place. Also, "burgers in the style of ancient Rome" - I'm going to have to research that!
I adore the reality of this. The longevity. And the humor. As my mom is leaving my stepdad, I found myself warmed by this story of love and awareness.
Beautiful and true.
Covid Knocked on my door. Came and went. Some of its attendants still linger. I will circle back and continue pondering on this foreign concept - dressed or not.