Outside, in the vestibule, the grommet maker waited with her VP of Sales by the fountain. From inside, looking through the stained glass porthole, they appeared to be out of sorts.

Just because I'm blind doesn't mean that I've gone deaf yet. I have but the latter was not in any way contingent upon the former. Except that it was because I was blind that I rang

I feel like the Cheyenne grandfather in Little Big Man who lay down to die but got bored waiting for death. Then cold. The snowflakes fell on his nose. He would try again next week

Then I remember how in Manon of the Springs, Papet wills himself dead upon learning the injustice he has done to his hunchback son, & by extension, Florette, Manon, & himself. Comb

Some will say that it was a broken heart that killed him. We'd already seen that he had a stone of heart. So breaking it wouldn't have been enough to kill him. That is the same as

Being stoned at a Heart concert for blasphemy wasn't even on my radar that day at the Toledo Speedway. Nor was almost being run over by the maintenance guy backing at a high speed.

I mean, who is going to cast the first stone at a Heart Concert? Nancy? Ann? The sextuplets born backstage to a couple of roadies? I doubt they could lift a pebble yet. Joe Perry?

Oh, you say it isn't the size of the stone that matters. As long as it is the first one cast. Ok, so maybe, physically, one of the sextuplets could have cast a pebble. What motive?

Divine retribution is automatic. The fabric is self healing. Marred today, pristine tomorrow. Today's warp and weft lost to the eternities since then. Equilibrium was the motive.

Someday, this sentence will be true for you. You're welcome.

Look, I don't know how many eyes you've got. I don't know how many I've got. I've got a lot. At least two. I'm just saying how many it is, we should be able to see eye to eye once.

Today on our tour of corners around the world, we find ourselves in San Diego, California in 1983. Today's corner is actually a street corner near the downtown rail yard. Homeless

Next week on World Tour of the World's Corners we will be touring the corners of room 217 of an abandoned prison for the criminally insane. The crew finds an unknown corner under a

I hadn't seen Ann in over 2 decades. Despite my mask & the years she recognized me on the street in Omaha. My 1st thought: "She was there my first time." She'd been an onlooker to

It was something about the way she carried her eyes at breast level. We didn't have to choose. Unfortunately, eventually our mind gave up on trying to work out how she did it & we

So much for staying off the tree for a week. What other plan of mine will go awry next? Dare I ask my Queen for succor? I’d be a cheeky monkey indeed. Sucking eggs would be my fate

My “Manuscript found next to a dead Uber driver” was really a retelling of Philip Gardnier-Lanet’s “Memories of the fœtus”. But from the POV of the dead driver’s Kia Sorrento. When

Our 2014 people thought they had it bad. They weren't in the worse 2014. The 2014 people from that 2014 couldn't imagine having it good. To them it was a legend or fairy tale. Some

I'm not liking channeling The Dutchman. He's a lot more interesting dying than he is being inside me. I'm waiting for another gem like, "French-Canadian bean soup". Better than Las

Almost everyone gasped at the news. That’s when we noticed that Phillip Gardner-Lanet was gone. Kevin found him in the atrium repeating “lethality” to himself. “It doesn’t sound ri