Miss Hunt glared in betrayal and disgust. “Zvonko...” I glanced emphatically at Zvonko. When he leaned in, I said, "She must be convinced." Nodding, Zvonko elbowed past me and went to stand before the bar's owner. Just then, I heard my name among the conversation somewhere behind me. Someone who knew me had spotted me. … Continue reading Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt. 5)
I sat down cross legged on the bare floor as Zvonko lit a candle on the nightstand. Wearing only his trousers, he was perched on the edge of a bed that looked as comfortable as rocks. His entire torso was bound in bandages. Irregular blotches of blood had seeped through in several places, dried black, though … Continue reading Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt. 4)
Lally exited the charts office carrying several rolled maps under his arm. His straw hat was cocked back on his short dark hair away from scrapes on his forehead, beginning to scab over. Nasty scratches darkened his chin and the bridge of his nose. A split lower lip showed several day's worth of healing although, … Continue reading Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt. 3)
A stone staircase wrapped down the side of a vine-choked bluff overlooking a quiet coastal town. Single-story buildings with tile roofs clung to every hill and cliff face from the highest point of the narrow peninsula to the westernmost shoreline bristling with masts. On the first landing from the bottom of the stone staircase, Zvonko … Continue reading Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt. 2)
I'm switch the title of the story from the working title "The 'Mesa' Story" to "Skill, Luck and Terrible Ideas." That is how the story will be addressed in future blog posts. Just wanted to give everyone a heads up. And that's it for the update (until tomorrow when the next scene will be ready). … Continue reading “Mesa” Story Update
“HEY, MESA!” I looked over at the sound of my name. At the time, I was holding a heavy crate of bottles for the old shop owner who was clearing a cluttered bench to accommodate the burden. On the step outside the open shop door, our local letter carrier waved an envelope over her head. … Continue reading The “Mesa” Story – The Beginning
I spent a little time this afternoon going through old word documents to delete, move, and rename things in order to make my files easier to navigate. More specifically, I scrolled through for files the titles of which gave no helpful clue as to what could possibly be inside, and then took care of those. … Continue reading A Surprise Among the Scraps
Duri Rolvsson 