the villages of fifty years ago interest has disappeared possibly, grandmother by fitting thoughts to be sure unsightly necessaries a time, a key fiddles and all every note as if round like a turnstile vulgar sweaters make an honest waistcoat an expression of great sin beginning with six hands down(…)
While taking a shortcut at dusk across Central Park, the day darkened with a snap of earth’s rotating fingers. We’d just retarded our clocks back to standard time, and here we were once more, in the dark at 5 in the afternoon . The many and varied park trees along the sloping hills were ablaze(…)
the perfect coincidence a morbid sensitiveness throwing a husband away ugly, disagreeable, maiden daughter hopes and fears and little stratagems five strange young ladies not a bad actual in a small boat on a choppy sea Christina’s duty he was master now can fear knees waxed weak only a common hen he was(…)
I know. I know. It’s been an awfully long epidemic of Fold blog postings … dozens, hundreds maybe. I’m well aware that not one reader has responded with any excitement (Oh my poor sad folds!) but do appreciate (well-mannered readers that you are) that not one of you has blasted me either. Not one. (Oh(…)
gleaming false teeth audible to all and traffic quivering as though wives of rabbits, ducks, chickens not for the wrinkles please Abdul slapping hard at her face her dress was soiled
