A vanished stranger, a spilled coffee, and a single red rose at King’s Cross station. Are these proof that some stories never end?
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A vanished stranger, a spilled coffee, and a single red rose at King’s Cross station. Are these proof that some stories never end?
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Foggy
I've been walking for a few hours now. She wasn't trying to cover her tracks: even when the air became foggy, it was still easy to follow the footprints in the soft ground and the broken twigs in the plant litter.
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“His dad always said he was too smart for his own damn good…”
A Good Day for Digging
by Jeff Konkel https://medium.com/lit-up/things-left-underground-62fb5f552419
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Hut
I've reached a hut. Nobody told me anything about it. I suspect she built it, like she built her robots. She's not there. I imagine it's a base camp for her, and that she went on.
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#PennedPossibilities 1046 — Tell us about a time when one of your characters put their foot in their mouth.
Bolt was raised in a backwater town and now lives in the big city. In the context of her times, which are veering progressive, she often comes off as sexist. In a female-centric society, this is interesting to depict, but her comments about men, how she directly and sometimes condescendingly deals with them, and her strong awareness of having been excluded from something important to her because of her gender makes her very aware that she comes off that way. Sadly, her M.O. is not thinking first before doing, which accounts for the mass of bad things that have happened to her. There are various examples scattered through her stories of her sticking her foot in her mouth, but she's often around men, by choice and desire, so… it happens, and she works to make it better after the fact.
Usually.
One time it happens at an afterparty following a theatre premiere on what would be their Broadway and she's inebriated. The story gets told to her by a male reporter friend because she blacked-out. She puts a male actor in his place apparently for presuming to understand how women feel about sex being depicted on the stage. He wrote the play. He was the male lead. Apparently she showed him how to do what he patently got wrong the right way. In front of everyone, including reporters and critics. Lots of photographs got taken—some which she took of him and herself. Selfies. She had her camera. She's an up and coming street photographer.
Now she's famous.
Forgiven since she's a woman. A man going agro? Doing that? Not so much, despite "progressivism." Bolt? She's embarrassed.
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Croak
Plus, the terrain isn't flat. Sometimes the humus leads into a pond, with its inevitable dwellers. When I hear a croak, I have to watch where I step, for fear of squashing some poor befuddled frog.
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#PennedPossibilities 1048
[I inserted modern euphemisms in [brackets] rather than use Bolt's. N.B., Bolt is a 30 yo woman. —R]
Does temporary count? The Boss. Boss Mead. I hate the guy, but the way he was handling the negotiation to hire a new enforcer it was about to turn into a [cluster-f$$k], so I seduced Mead, which defused the [ticking bomb], but I needed to follow through. Funny thing, he's pretty classy and actually caring, very skilled in the riding department if not athletic considering his age. Rather fun. Afterward, in the bed beside him as he slept, with the bodyguards discretely supervising from the shadows, I thought about what could come next. Between us. Not euphemistically either.
But.
No.
Not happening.
He's my boss. He's using blackmail to control me. A good reason to hate him. Not enough to wield a hatchet for real, however.
So, big-n Nope.
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