Tired, Morris paused on the sidewalk in front of his house, put down the laptop case (why was it so heavy?) that he had been carrying, and stooped to pick up a crumpled brown leaf. He looked at the birds—noisy little dun ones—fussing in the ridiculous tangle of vines that completely shrouded what had [...]
Archive for March, 2009
Part One•Section XIX•Paragraphs 1&2
Posted in Part One, Section 19, tagged Coulommiers, flute, Gigondas, laptop on March 30, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Part One•Section XVIII•Paragraphs 1&2
Posted in Part One, Section 19, tagged canterbury, Celtic, flute, music, Scottish ballads, tartan, The Blue-Eyed Lass, thistle on March 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Rennie propped open the old book of Scottish ballads that he had placed on a heavy Victorian mahogany and cast iron canterbury in the far corner of Morris and Aimée’s living room. On pulling the book out of his satchel, he had noticed that the poor thing had suffered in his too frequently neglectful [...]
Part One•Section XVII•Paragraph 1
Posted in Part One, tagged cat, celadon, demerara sugar, Limoges, noisette roses, Pierrot, Rennie on March 16, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Columbine, the cat, came tearing into the kitchen where Aimée, on hearing Pierrot open the front door to greet someone (oh, he was here!), accidentally tipped over the sugar bowl—a fragile old Limoges pale celadon piece, edged with a trailing garland of washed pink, lavender and mauve noisette roses twined around ribbons of gilded green, [...]
One•XVI•3
Posted in Part One, Section 16, tagged Christ, Jack Rackham, Jolly Roger, octopus, Pierrot, sock monkey on March 9, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
At the sound of the doorbell, a large, rough-coated piebald dog came tumbling down the stairs, frightening the cat (who darted out of sight). The dog was immediately followed by Aimée and Morris’ son (Rennie could never remember how old he was: sixteen? seventeen?), Pierrot, who was dressed in powder blue flannel pyjama bottoms—patterned [...]
One•XVI•2
Posted in Part One, Section 16, tagged finial, ginger cat, newel post, scarecrow on March 2, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Rennie pressed his forehead against the cool glass window of the door and looked inside. A large ginger cat, staring fixedly at him, sat on the midmost stair of the steep, bare, wooden staircase. At the foot of the stairs stood what seemed to be, at first glance, a curiously motionless and disconcertingly [...]
