Friday, July 24, 2009

fiction about nonfiction

He stuffed the large pale yellow envelope into the rural box, the first of a four part narrative about a gruesome Kansas murder.

Back East in a few days the New Yorker editor's heart pounded, his unsteady hands grasping the manuscript as he devoured the blood-stained prose. The cheap overhead fan spun slowly and his swivel chair squeaked like a closing coffin lid, and he became a mournful small town citizen page after page, reading and re-reading until three a.m.
His empty whiskey glass left a circle on the author's unread handwritten folded note: 'More to come in few days. TC.'

Photo by Shapiro, 1967

5 Comments:

Blogger willow said...

This was excellent, Phil. I love your writing. TC's, too, by the way.

7/25/2009 9:31 PM  
Blogger Bella Foxx said...

This is a very cool blog. Thanks for the visit!

7/26/2009 11:58 AM  
Blogger phil said...

Thanks, willow. I had fun writing that.

What's the best thing you've read this Summer?

Welcome & thanks, Bella.
Glad you stopped by. :)

~p

7/28/2009 7:06 PM  
Blogger willow said...

The best thing I've read this summer was The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje. I know I'm probably the last person in the world to read it, but I loved it, just the same.

7/28/2009 11:40 PM  
Blogger willow said...

I just noticed Brighton Rock on your sidebar. I love Graham Greene, did you like this?

7/28/2009 11:46 PM  

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