Nealy returns, with a vengeance – in a sense.
Keo sat in Zibetto, stirring a cup of green tea. The rain trickled down the windows, in the late evening. Cars and trucks rattled the glass in Midtown. The long summer afternoon had ended and given way to smooth, oily darkness, a violet sky. Alli came through the door and bought a cappuccino. She sat … Continue reading Oblique
Ran awoke and stared up at the gray ceiling, colored only by the night. She sat up slowly, in the white sheets, and looked at Alli. She got up and put her bare feet on the thin carpet. Her face looked back at her in the large mirror of their bedroom, a birthday present Kaan … Continue reading Incorporeal Double
Shafts of sunlight cut through the dark green leaves. The trees were silhouetted against the setting sun. Red light rolled over the hills; the château was painted burgundy in the dying rays. High above, the shade of the sky faded to periwinkle and the moon rested in the growing cold. Alli stood on the grounds, … Continue reading Era of a Feeling
Ran sat in the well. The sky was white. The pods of newly unfurled leaves floated down, the donations of the beginning of spring. She stared up at the yellow-green waif-like plants, and then looked at the well wall in front of her, an impenetrable gray surface, down there in the gloom. In Maine, on … Continue reading The Supernumerary
The first stars poked out, like holes bored into the fabric of the sky. Jan and Alli sat, as they usually did, on the porch, facing Jan's backyard. They were drinking mint juleps. Jan pulled a blanket around herself, shivering in the evening cold. "Sometimes, I miss Nealy," Alli began. "Why?" Jan asked, turning around, … Continue reading Surreal and Beautiful
