Archive for July, 2008

Winter

Posted in Rasp on July 31, 2008 by jeereg

The gunshot is a flat, dead sound in the cold air, swallowed by the snow and ice. Behind him, the mountains loom silent.

He holsters the gun, pulls his scarf up so that it covers his nose, and makes his way across the lake. The ice here is thick; he can feel its weight, a vastness beneath.

Fulton is crumpled in the middle of the lake, his blood steaming in the white snow. Rasp pulls off his mitten and checks for a pulse. Then he stands, flips the hood of his parka up, and starts his way back to town.

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Chasing Concordia: On Two-Song Hiatus!

Posted in Not a story on July 31, 2008 by mbingo

Chasing Concordia will return on Wednesday, August 6. I’m gone for the weekend, to a cottage.

Thankfully, Greg has some spectacular stuff lined up for my absence — particularly on Saturday and Sunday. (To whet your appetite: Saturday’s features two monkey geniuses, and Sunday’s is written IN ALL CAPS. The entire thing!)

My two missed songs will be made up, though, on days which are currently being kept a surprise.

Juror #8

Posted in The Trial of Lester Bingham, Two Minutes Less a Third on July 30, 2008 by jeereg

Louise is halfway through her notepad already, and they’re only in the first hour of the day. Lots of evidence introduced today, lots of testimony. She wishes again that she could take pictures in here, but she’ll have to make do with sketches.

In her room in the hotel where they’ve been sequestered, she has a chart on the wall, and a whiteboard with a timeline. When the other jurors ask, she says it’s for the book. She doesn’t tell them that she looks at it all at night, and thinks that maybe, just maybe, she sees something they don’t.

Juror #7

Posted in Chasing Concordia, The Trial of Lester Bingham on July 30, 2008 by mbingo

I’ve gotta go, I’ve gotta go, really really really really gotta go
Wasting my time, he did the crime
Bang the gavel, yes he’s guilty, we all know

I’ve gotta go, I’ve gotta go, really really really really gotta go
I’ve got a date, I can’t be late
I need time to put on my new eyeshadow

I’ve gotta go

I’ve gotta go, I’ve gotta go, really really really really gotta go
I’ve gotta go, I’ve gotta go, really really really really gotta go

The Trouble with Nicknames

Posted in Two Minutes Less a Third on July 29, 2008 by jeereg

“I can’t believe I’m out with the Unkillable Prince,” she says.

He leans forward, and a dagger thunks into the back of the chair. “Don’t call me that. Please. It makes it worse.”

“Aren’t you? Unkillable?”

He sniffs at his goblet and spills the wine. It hisses and eats the carpet. “Only so far. The title’s just a challenge now.” He tries to eat around the barbed thing in his chicken.

“So, listen.” He takes her hand. “How about we – wait.” He pulls her under the table, and they share their first kiss under the rain of a hundred arrows.

Tick

Posted in Two Minutes Less a Third on July 28, 2008 by jeereg

It doesn’t look like much, really. A few wires and screws, a big block of something, tied to a larger canister. The full package would fit in a shoebox. When it goes, it’ll rip out the whole foundation and bring the tower down on us all. Canned apocalypse.

There’s nothing I can do at this point. There’s no visible timer, and there’re just two cords going from the detonator to the plastique, both of them deadmen so if I try to disarm it it’ll just go early.

So here I am, waiting, thinking of her, and how I should have

Places To Be

Posted in Chasing Concordia on July 28, 2008 by mbingo

Gabriella, I know you’ve got places to be
Darling, please, just one minute, listen to me

Let the pictures go (x4)

Gabriella, I know you’ve got places to be