This week's sentence was taken from Willa Cather's lovely 'Death Comes For The Archbishop'.
It was:
'Muerto,' he whispered.
And yes, the chill hand of ol' Death himself stalks our stories this week, so settle in with an iced coffee and sit in that annoying seat that all coffee shops have where the air-con blows right down the back of your neck and let us tell you tales …
Adonia's 'Part II: The Pearsons'
Christmas with a sting in the tail from Adonia this week.
Lovely descriptions; I felt I was right there in the Pearson house.
But don't get too comfortable!
Lulu's 'Dead Fish Swimming'
First up: awesome title, Lulu!
No space aliens, Godzilla, Chandleresque detectives or wild sex this week, but a lovely day out for Davey (who is really growing as a character) where sand, sea and sunshine are chilled by death foretold.
This really is terrific writing. I love it!
Robyn's 'Miss Bernice And The Newts'
Eek! The terrifying Miss Haversham returns to feed the nightmares of children (and me).
Beware her home-made cookies and tremble at her finger puppets.
Of course, her heart is in the right place, it's just that it resides inside a classic fairy-tale monster.
Brr …
Dive's 'Sometimes That's All You Need'
I'm still on my Chekhov kick, so once again I give you some nondescript characters and then make nothing much happen.
Next assignment in tomorrow's post.
There or square; it's your choice.
Enjoy the stories!
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