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. 19 in the series Tuesday’s Torrent.
I wrote last week’s story from Budapest, set in Budapest, and said I must take a break from these until January so as to finish my current writing project, the main manuscript. And yet. Here we are. Again. This story just came together. What was I to do? So, here it is. Here is hoping, after this, I switch from ‘story’ mode to a much longer story, ‘novel,’ mode. The two require a very different mindset.
The Persian and Urdu languages refer to the liver in figurative speech to indicate courage and strong feelings. The term jan e ... read more »
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November 7th.
Centrifuge known and that which can’t be known. Orhan Pamuk. Duke Ellington. A love without drum roll of epiphanies.
If you would like to know what Still Sundays is about, please take a quick gander here and just read the third paragraph. Thanks.
It’s Sunday morning in Prague.
It is still a concealed dawn and the smell from the night rain stubbornly loiters on the cobblestone streets that echoed inattentive pedestrians yesterday. The magnitude of quietness in Prague is distinct: every stone has a story, every turn a whisper, every ally leads to a dim lantern that doesn’t reveal enough.
My mother and I ... 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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