“Ma’am, step away from the bag” (Day 17)

Susannah Fontaine-Williams’ bag felt so warm on her lap that it woke her, and it was getting hotter by the second. She sniffed the top, not daring to open it, and the odor of smoke and dust came through. She could, in the dimmed cabin, see a tiny plume of smoke rising through the bag’s … Continue reading “Ma’am, step away from the bag” (Day 17)

The Canal Street Subway (day 17)

Real history: in the 1920s, the IRT, one of the subway companies operating in Manhattan, proposed an east-west Canal Street Line (CSL). Though the CSL spent many years in the preliminary phase, blueprints, endless city council meetings, budget discussions, announcements, pronouncements,  and denouncements, ultimately it never was built. The plans, blueprints, and proposals all were safely catalogued into … Continue reading The Canal Street Subway (day 17)

Jen’s crusade

Susannah Fontaine-Williams orders a martini, extra olives, and in a moment, the flight attendant brings it. SFW intercepts it as the flight attendant, a too tall man with a hard to place Scandanavian accent tries to place it on the tray table. She takes a big swallow, licks her lips, and says, "Oh, that's good." … Continue reading Jen’s crusade

They were such quirky cars in their day

What I'm trying to say is, I went to see Leibowitz the day he died as he sat half asleep in his car, a nice Saab convertible with 220,000 miles. It was one of the early '90s models, in that deep Saab red and I tell you it looked as good as the day he drove … Continue reading They were such quirky cars in their day

Sunrise in Cape May

The chilly Atlantic laps at Susannah Fontaine-Williams's feet. The tide is coming in and soon the waves touch her knees then recede past her ankles, before the next one stretches to her thighs. She lay face down, her face turned to a side either asleep or unconscious; she doesn't know yet. The next wave ebbs, leaving … Continue reading Sunrise in Cape May

Something akin to an epilog

It turned out that Walt preferred being a dog, all instinct, and oh, don’t get him started about all the information coming in through that marvelous nose. It was as if he’d been living in a flat, soundless world suddenly endowed with dimension and orchestration. Sure, he missed his thumbs and the ability to grasp … Continue reading Something akin to an epilog

Susannah and the gummy treat

Susannah Fontaine-Williams searched Walt's lab, looking for Walt, or at least a note. Walt would expect her and if he was out, would leave a note. That's just the way he was. However, Walt was in a most decided state of not being there. She spied her bag on the table under the cold glare of fluorescent … Continue reading Susannah and the gummy treat