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Myself and several coworkers wrote in different genres every day of Winter Break this year.  Here's my Villanelle:

Hard-boiled detective sketch, in response to a Winter Break writing prompt

Myself and several coworkers wrote in different genres every day of Winter Break this year.  Here's my hard-boiled detective flash fiction:

“Yeah, that’s me,” I articulated.
I sound like prick when I talk to a client, but when a smart-looking dame parades through the paint-peeled door marked “Pennington Investigation Services, LCC,” I get all buttery.  If I forgot my elocution lessons, I’d slobber all over myself.  In front of pistol-pocketed pins in black leggings, I’m good for two things:  pitching woo, and queer elocution.
“Mister Pennington—”
“Race, ma’am.”
“Mister Race,” she half-corrected, “I’m so worried about my husband.  He was supposed to be back in town yesterday, but I haven’t heard a word.  The police say I can’t file a report yet, since he’s not ‘missing,’ but he stopped returning my letters only a week into his business trip, and he never called once.”  She was wide-eyed and well-lipsticked.  She looked awfully put-together for a wife who’d been shaking down the buttons …

Treatise on Composition

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