Life is Sweet Four blocks from the Lever house, Neil Purly was sitting at a long kitchen table, eating cereal. He was reading an article on the front page of the Kentucky Post under the headline Tuck River amongst top five most polluted rivers in state. The cistern flushed in the bathroom at the end… Ian Kennedy Williams weiterlesen
Schlagwort: prose
Jolanta Janavicius
Catching a Wave I SLEPT SO WELL LAST NIGHT JUST PUT MY HEAD ON THE PILLOW AND WAS OFF INTO DREAMLAND AND WHEN I WOKE UP IT WAS MORNING A MOST BEAUTIFUL SUNNY MORNING WARM NOT TOO HOT AS YET THE BLUEST BLUE SKY YOU COULD IMAGINE THE MOST URGENT THING FOR ME TO DO… Jolanta Janavicius weiterlesen
Ian Kennedy Williams
The Methuselah Gardens It is only at breakfast that my mother does not speak. She is, I think, a little intimidated by the neatness of the hotel dining room and by the other guests all talking – rather too loudly – in a language she doesn’t understand. I suspect too that she wants to smoke.… Ian Kennedy Williams weiterlesen
Angelika Fremd
Arrival She adjusted her straps as she walked into the airport coffee lounge. In her brace-and-bib skirt, frilly blouse, suspender belt and stockings, not to speak of her unfashionably flared petticoat, she felt as if she had been packaged and wrapped. I’ve given in again, she thought, dressed to please HIM. Making certain that… Angelika Fremd weiterlesen
Gerald Ganglbauer: Stop-Over
Ich bin eine Reise Die alte ‚Remington‘ ist ihrer Bestimmung, Reiseschreibmaschine zu sein, wahrlich nachgekommen. Ursprünglich hatte ich sie mir nur wegen der in Australien auf den Typenrädern fehlenden Umlaute und scharfen „ß“ von einem Freund geliehen, mit dem ich die Wohnung in Wien teile. Nun hat sie aber doch in über zwei Jahren die… Gerald Ganglbauer: Stop-Over weiterlesen