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Until you walk it

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Jerry limped to the top of the hill, then stopped. The two-lane blacktop wound down the hill and disappeared into the trees. Beyond the trees, out of sight, lay the river.
 
Jerry had driven this road many times, hundreds of times, but never walked it. You don’t know a road until you walk it, he thought.
 
He looked back. A gauzy haze hung on the horizon. Three black threads of smoke rose into the gray sky.
 
Nothing moved on the road. No cars. No people. No dogs.
 
Jerry’s feet hurt. His shoes were not made for this.
 
He went on.

I wrote this story for the 100 Word Challenge: Road at Thin Spiral Notebook.

The Dive

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Here’s another excerpt from my NaNoWriMo novel, which uses the word for this week’s 100 Word Challenge at Velvet Verbosity.

Brown book 100 wordsZina came up, sputtering, gasping.

It was there! She’d gotten a glimpse of the passage’s dark mouth under the ledge. She could make it. If her calculations were correct, the passage would be short and lead into the cave.

She filled her lungs — once, twice — then dove again, driving herself down and forward. The water darkened around her. Ahead it was pure black. She swam on, down and then up. The walls were close around her. She banged a knee, an elbow, then panicked when her head struck rock.

She reached up, searching for an opening.

Her fingers touched air.

The Chase

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Here’s a snippet from my current NaNoWriMo effort, which just happens to use the secret word for this week’s 100 Word Challenge #353 at Velvet Verbosity. The novel is far-future science fiction, and the main character is a woman who must return to a planet where she experienced love, trauma and disgrace. She’s the main speaker in this dialogue.

“You went native on Gallygia?”

“Yes.”

“Rare in the Exploration Service.”

She glanced away. “So I’ve been told.”

“What happened?”

“I was observing a border tribe close up. I dressed like a hunter — breech-cloth, paint, not much else. Standard play-the-savage. I had the body for it. The tribe considered me insane, and let me come and go.

“One morning we were raided by a stone-age bunch. Four men chased me half-a-day, the classic pursuit, one pressing at a time.

“Even the wolves use it.”

“And the ES flew to your rescue?”

“I didn’t call them.”

“Oh?”

“Not for three years.”

Ship

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My short story “Ship” has been published by 101Fiction. It’s the lead story in the September issue. The goal for the issue was to write a 100-word science fiction or fantasy story with a one-word title, using the themes of “autumn” and/or “phoenix.”

On the death of Iain Banks

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I missed the announcement in April that author Iain M. Banks had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. Or as Banks put it then, that he was “officially Very Poorly.” So I was surprised — stunned, saddened — this week to read the news of his death. He died Sunday, June 9. The last novel of his that I read — which I was reading at about the time he learned the “grisly truth” — was The Hydrogen Sonata. It was his tenth “Culture” novel. I read all ten, and hoped to read ten more.  [Read more…] about On the death of Iain Banks