Submission 435_Fidus Achates_Bohnice to Krizikova_A Room of One's Own
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Submission 435
“Ah! Look who’s finally here!”Rodney looks over at you, smiling and getting Jack’s attention by nudging him with his elbow. Jack looked up from the book he was reading, an odd expression on his face.“Reader! Wasn’t expecting you, to be honest. We’ve been looking forward to meeting you for some time now, y’know.Jack stuck his hand out for a handshake, but hesitated. With a sheepish smile, he retracted his hand.“Sorry, I guess that’s not really possible, huh? With us not being physical and whatnot, I mean.”“We could always ask Author to write that we shook hands, but that’s not really the same t...
Fidus Achates
It was a trite scenario. Something so overdone that it managed to be both boring and ostentatious at the same time. The middle of a road leading to two opposite places—the forest or the hills. What’ll it be? High sun over the hills or shadows dancing in the forest? Whistle of sharp wind grazing the peaks of the hills or two-bit chainsaw echoes within the forest? What’ll it be? Elevation or seclusion? A higher grace or a darker enigma? What path will lead you to your best self, your best life? What'll it be? What a crock. It wasn’t a magic sign. It wasn’t some metaphor for life. No, that’s ...
Bohnice to Krizikova
Bohnice to Krizikova It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. I got to my knees and shook my head. Far off, a wounded animal called in distress, a lingering cry trailing into the sky like futile prayers from a crumbling altar. I clamped my jaws and, in the silence that followed, looked about myself. The remnant of a broken wall poked above the dense treeline surrounding me in a rough circle about one hundred yards across. I was pretty sure this was all that remained of the abandoned chapel. As I took in the rest of my surroundings, it occurred to me that instead of n...
A Room of One's Own
“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” ― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own My one and only New Year's resolution was to clear out the guest room and turn it into a space for me. A studio to write, paint, and craft in. It would also serve as a place to gather my recently-feral wits.I began early morning on New Year's Day, and it went well at first, as these things usually do. The room is small, 8'x10', with a chest of drawers, a bedside table, a floor lamp, and a wing-backed chair. The chair is also laundry limbo. I'm sure most of us have one; a laundr...