Author Archives: sputterpub

Extreme Study

Posted on May 8, 2012 by sputterpub

I notice hands commuting east tonight – the women’s ropy tendons – mine and theirs – the bitten nails on this one to my right and him across the aisle, sneaking stares at me or leaning forward, weary head upheld … Continue reading →

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Sarchasm I (V Parts)

Posted on May 7, 2012 by sputterpub

“It was so ironic,” Evie declared as she gently clunked her cast onto the table top. “We’d had a perfect day of skiing, and there we were in the parking lot, about to load the car for the drive home, … Continue reading →

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The Knave of Hearts

Posted on May 4, 2012 by sputterpub

Her husband’s home most every night by 8: a little drunk, an easy-going man. He’s had a few with friends – he isn’t late – he’ll help with kids or dishes if he can. He’s 25 years older than he … Continue reading →

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Nitwitness (5 of 5)

Posted on May 3, 2012 by sputterpub

So she picks at him and today he hunches, but that matters no more than words. They don’t have time to prolong their hostilities this morning, but if they did they’d soon devolve into arguing about how they argue, she … Continue reading →

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Nitwitness (4 of 5)

Posted on May 2, 2012 by sputterpub

Keith is a somewhat silent man, and Marnie mistook that for strength. They met when they were young and he was frisky; she didn’t notice in all the excitement that he was boring. After they settled down Keith did what … Continue reading →

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Place

Posted on May 1, 2012 by sputterpub

“How many blocks?” she queried with her foot upon the brake, “And what’s the street where I should make the turn?” I started to reply but then I realized it would take too long and luck as well for her to … Continue reading →

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Embroidery

Posted on April 30, 2012 by sputterpub

I went five days away from daily care and pitched a tent where I could feel the sky. I watched the silence as it drifted by. I read eternity’s erosive wear. I went into the desert, and while there I … Continue reading →

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The Glance

Posted on April 27, 2012 by sputterpub

It happened close to home. She passed the place for coffee, and upon the bench outside she noted one among a few: a face above a cup beneath gray hair that eyed her back and speechless said their private look … Continue reading →

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Nitwitness (3 of 5)

Posted on April 26, 2012 by sputterpub

They’d bicker more if it weren’t for the marijuana. They cut their freshmen brains on it, together at Cal in 1968. They’d smoke dope and play pool or do newspaper puzzles, or watch TV. Star Trek was first-run then, and … Continue reading →

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Nitwitness (2 of 5)

Posted on April 25, 2012 by sputterpub

They’re so different. Keith says he’s the kind of guy who notices what’s right in a situation, while Marnie sees what can be improved and likes to think about how to accomplish the makeover. That was true when they were … Continue reading →

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