5 Cities: Angie

    Flashing a smile, Angie remembered to involve the muscles under her eyes to make it look genuine.  She replaced the empty carafe with a full one after refilling the board member’s cups and fading out of the room.  Comfortably out of sight behind the door, her shoulders fell and she tugged at the uncomfortable uniform collar that always felt like it was choking her.     Angie took a pocket watch out of her apron and checked the time. The dinner mess was gone, wheeled away by the rest of…

5 Cities: Hunt

   Hunt was, frankly, pretty damn pleased with his personal situation.  Sure, he didn’t have solar or gas and lived by the candle, plus he had just the one goat. But he had a hell of a garden and a bioswale just a couple of blocks off, with the river just beyond, if he needed it.  There was none of the push-shove you got living right along the river, which was perfect.  Hunt liked to keep to himself.    That was another plus to the whole thing.  There were only a couple…

This could become a habit

    It was common knowledge what an overpass was—that is, what they used to be.  Vehicles once sped across them, taking people over buildings and streets to the hearts of neighbourhoods.  People knew this.  They saw vehicles, cars and trucks and panel vans, at the museum for a suggested donation.  They could also see them, rusted to anonymity, in any corner of the Five Cities.     People knew about overpasses the same way they knew that thirty miles west was where the good wine came from, hills rolling with vineyards…

Whoops, I wrote something

    If you were a chosen kid and in desperate need of a magical what-not to guide you through the turmoil of pubescence, whomp your enemies and maybe teach you a lesson in morals; Kline’s Kuriosities was totally the place to go.  Ideally you’d stumble across it when being chased by cruel, two-dimensional bullies, or during a pensive walk—your fists clenched and brave eyes tearing, misting the vision of a brightly painted door.  There might be crazy unseasonal fog obscuring the shop that is possibly from the sewers, but you…

And so we pause

Slow Build updated yesterday, Yes. With it we reach the end of the third bit. There’ll be a break for an undetermined period of time, while I figure out how I’m continuing. There are a couple options branching before me and I need to noodle with which to take before subjecting you all to it. To those who’ve so far followed, thanks.