No. 20 in the series Tuesday’s Torrent.
Maybe because it should be 20 stories to make it an even number; I had 19 before this one on here.
Maybe it really is true that stories come to you and you just have to write them. I don’t know all the reasons but I was unable to work on my current work-in-progress manuscript due to this story. I couldn’t find a photo that went with it so this Tuesday’s story is without one.
When feeling stuck on a bigger creative project, you have to find other creative outlets to make room for the bigger piece to flow.
I am “lucky” that I was able to “split” ... read more »
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No. 18 in the series Tuesday’s Torrent.
This story will serve as a pause in the “Tuesday’s Torrent” series.
Dedicated to the woman behind the glass ticket booth at Szechenyi Baths in Pest, Budapest, Hungry.
Arpad was neither a devout churchgoer nor a committed atheist. He devoted his Sunday mornings to a shot of espresso, one cigarette, then another shot of espresso, and then another cigarette. After the second round Arpad would take a short break and look out the smudgy cafe windows until the waitress—Kaitln, the only one of the three who worked at Cafe V willing to serve him, given he would ... read more »
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No. 17 in the series Tuesday’s Torrent.
I wrote this story without any access to internet research. First for me. It was written on the Delta flight from JFK to Prague. There was no wifi connection on this particular Delta flight. I had a choice to not write—good excuse—or see where the mind goes when you have minimal information in front of you. I did have access to the New York Times and the Duty Free magazine.
Initial research from an article titled “Kansai Confidential” by Deborah Caulfield Rybak.
Dedicated to Sixto from Ecuador.
I liked Nara when she told me her very first story. Her English wasn’t perfect but I ... read more »
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No. 15 in the series Tuesday’s Torrent.
Photograph courtesy of Tim Corbeel.
kinein, from Greek, to move
All memories belong to a Love that can’t be named.
Ovidio Ozseb Hermann, a retired Physics professor, was known for bicycling around town, a small village town not distinct from neighboring towns near Dorking, south of London in Surrey, England.
Ovidio often rode his bicycle on a small road surrounded by rapeseed crops—a tall, rough weedlike plant bursting with coarse yellow flowers—which draped broadly and brightly across an always neutral landscape. Some days he would stop by Ari’s Shop, a coffee shop that only served breakfast on Mondays. Ari ... read more »
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No. 14 in the series Tuesday’s Torrent.
Photograph courtesy of Tim Corbeel.
intuit verb [ trans. ] understand or work out by instinct. ORIGIN late 18th cent. (in the sense [instruct, teach] ): from Latin intuit- ‘contemplated,’ from the verb intueri, from in- ‘upon’ + tueri ‘to look.’
They say somewhere near Inishrush, Ireland, there is a nameless, whistle-stop village, alongside Clady river, just upstream from the ford on Ford Road between Clady and Inishrush.
There you can find a man who tells you about horses’ hooves and if you can understand him you understand everything about your life.
Aindriu Manus is his name and ... read more »
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