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The Eponymous Hippopotamus
Posted on May 9, 2020 Leave a Comment
CHAPTER ONE Africa is a continent in the southern hemisphere. Kenya is a country in Africa. The Masai Mara Reserve is a wildlife reserve in Kenya. Lake Nakuru is a soda lake in the Masai Mara Reserve. Wendell and Steve were in Lake Nakaru. Well, Wendell was. CHAPTER TWO Wendell was a hippopotamus. Steve was an oxpecker. Wendell […]
Lipstick Sunset
Posted on May 29, 2019 Leave a Comment
Bending down, and resting his chin on Sam’s shoulder, Sid whispered into her ear, “So are you the newest member of Gray Davidson’s band?” Sam reached around his neck and pulled him into her nook even further. She stuck her tongue into his ear, swirled it a bit, and whispered, “Yes, but I’d rather tour […]
To Be Someone (Didn’t We Have a Nice Time) 2
Posted on April 8, 2019 Leave a Comment
Sam contemplated not telling him at all. How would he ever know? How would any of them ever know? It’s not like she’d bump into them at a concert in Budapest or Berlin. And as far as they all knew, she’d already resigned herself to a purgatorial existence in Eau Claire slinging wine, coffee, and song. It’s […]
Opportunities (Let’s Make Lots of Money) 2
Posted on March 18, 2019 Leave a Comment
The space smelled rich, like some combination of cologne, cigar smoke, and Rolex watches. Sam assumed the omniscient redolence was the result of a burning candle or two. Her eyes darted all over, but she didn’t spot any. Gray himself smelled like some combination of cologne, gin, and Italian suits steam-pressed in expensive European cigarette smoke—a stark contrast to Sid’s deodorant, sweat, […]
Opening Sequence…
Posted on January 10, 2019 Leave a Comment
From their booth near the back of the room, Julia was staring blankly in the general direction of the stage. Musicians were scurrying about like ants, plugging in chords and fiddling with mic stands. In the periphery, hipster guys and pixie gals were pouring in from the street to squat at the choicest upfront tables. […]
You Can’t Go Home Again
Posted on December 4, 2018 Leave a Comment
Either Kenny or Maud had already brewed a fresh pot of coffee. Sam grabbed a mug off the lattice of wooden knobs protruding from the wall above the sink. She filled it to nearly overflowing with the essential onyx liquid. She snatched a stroopwafel from the package and headed for the sofa beckoning her to the other end of the room. She set her cup […]
Blake Charles Donley 