Chapter 107 |
Allister was once beckoned off the street by an incomprehensible conversation. The hollow echoes of the words floated through the air and tugged on his ear. And he followed, led to a cafe table bubbli...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Apr 2009 08:20:00 GMT |
Chapter 106 |
If one asked Allister if he had any children, Allister would pause for a moment to put together a proper answer. He had a child. But, it was not his. That is to say, biologically, the child was not hi...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Apr 2009 14:30:00 GMT |
Chapter 105 |
One fine summer eve, going broke, Allister spent his final nickel on a single package of chewing gum. He told no one of this purchase until he told me years later. It frustrated him that logic should ...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2009 08:19:00 GMT |
Chapter 104 |
Of stories in times when stories were needed, Allister often told this one:That once upon a time there lived a young man. An angry young man. A man whose beard grew dark and thick (though, it should b...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 10:13:00 GMT |
Chapter 103 |
When the chills of the past would creep up to Allister, crawl up his back on fingernails long unclipped, he did what we all do. He shuddered. He felt his skin produce goosebumps. And, though he should...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Jan 2009 10:25:00 GMT |
Chapter 102 |
One particular Sunday, Allister found himself staring at the wall. His wall. To his house. There seemed to be boredom in the room. A boredom that may very well have been born that morning, a morning t...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jan 2009 09:47:00 GMT |
Chapter 101 |
Allister held respect for all members of the genus inanimate long after the youthful tendencies of speaking to toy soldiers should have dissipated. He would, for instance, recognize the nod of the roc...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Nov 2008 16:47:00 GMT |
Chapter 100 |
When in confusion or doubt (which can, no doubt, be confusing), Allister tended to find himself in a seedy pub called Deke's. And it was not necessarily the call of scotch that brought him and it was ...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Nov 2008 15:14:00 GMT |
Chapter 99 |
When in times of amnesia, Allister felt compelled to stare blankly. Of course, these cases tended to be along the minor as opposed to the major. That is to say that these cases were usually examples o...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Nov 2008 13:00:00 GMT |
Chapter 98 |
Allister loved, more than almost anything, to look at a baby's wise and curious gaze. Their eyes wide and searching. For it was all so new.That hands open. That these hands are attached to you even is...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Nov 2008 08:29:00 GMT |
