One of my recent stories, "Shadow-fighting," has been published by the colorful confetti magazine.
A curious small tale which began with a first line prompt. "My life is a sham."
And frolics on from there, thusly:
"My life is a sham."
Maud was making blackberry clafoutis with vanilla and brandy, and making pronouncements as she mixed the eggs with the liquid ingredients, downing a goodish slug of the St-Rémy from the bottle before putting the cork back in.
“I’m not fooling myself any longer.”
Another glug.
“I. Am. Not. Fooling. Anyone.”
Lowery ignored Maud as usual, shaggy head down, going on studying his lines for the Stoppard (a revival of The Real Thing, at the little theater up in the redwoods) in a spill of early summer sunlight through the breakfast nook window.
It includes but is by no means limited to the dramatic Judith Bliss from Noël Coward's Hayfever, blackberry clafoutis, Tom Stoppard quotes, a pragmatic and bespectacled twelve-year-old, an Akita puppy never allowed in the kitchen, Edith Piaf, Cleo the Goldfish, etymology (again), a ferris wheel, Chekhov and Dr. Seuss, and a galvinizing case of long Covid.
It was great fun to write, and I enjoyed spending time with its family of eccentric characters.
image: Reflex Production, Roman Kogomachenko from Pixabay
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