In the purpling afternoon, every simple bush and each plucked tree seemed to have its patch of grayish-orange underneath it like a stain spreading on the snow. Starkey stared at the hills, wondering if these shadows got their color merely from the tiredness of his eyes. The sun’s rays did not yet slant although it …
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In His House At R’lyeh Dead Cthulhu Waits Dreaming
Mrs. Reese, the social worker of the hospital, a middle-aged woman with dark, reddish-black straight hair pulled tight into a chignon, shook hands peculiarly; she stuck her hand out with the wrist bent like a gooseneck, and the two sisters hesitated, not quite knowing how to grasp a hand offered so. Yvette extended her own …
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A Mouse, A Village, A Road
by M. Wilson We are building a road. We are a very small Indian village, only a couple dozen people or so, but we need this road desperately to reestablish the trade we formerly had with surrounding areas. As it is, they have forgotten us. Trade has lapsed. The dirt paths that run out of …
In The Attic
by M. Wilson Jesus, who hung on the wall above, happened to be gazing at Miriam when the rays of the very early, very bright sunshine reached through the attic window at an angle to strike her eyes and wake her. She blinked in pain and her fingers flew to her face and pressed at …
A Nursing Home Dictionary
Stanley — 1.n. A masculine given name. 2.adj. Short, dark, hirsute, and urbane. Having a low forehead and beady little eyes. 3.v. To be the administrator at a nursing home. 4.adj.Extremely viscous or unctuous when visitors arrive. Not the usual family visitors, though: only wealthy family, or perhaps a new staff doctor. 5.v. To wear oversized clothing, notably black baggy suits, but made …