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Let’s Look at The Escape Violinist

The Escape Violinist is an exceptionally odd story. But reading it again in 2025, after leaving it fallow since maybe 2018, showed me how sweet and surprising it is.

I wrote this story during the first quarter of 2017.

Background

This story comes, at least in part, from a dream. Although I can’t exactly recall the sum and substance of the dream. But at the time, it had to have been compelling enough for me to go ahead and write a complete short story.

Plot for The Escape Violinist

Dying in a hospital bed, the narrator sees a violinist, a strange man she has never seen before. He plays some familiar music, and she is whisked away.

In the next locale, they’re in a car plunging off a cliff, when the violinist plays a different song, and then the scene shifts to a bar. Just before the narrator can be hit on the head with a beer bottle, the violinist plays again.

The cycle repeats itself: recognizable violin music, a scene right before what will apparently be someone’s demise, and then a shift to another place, but right after another song.

But the only experience that really stands out is Gloria, a young mother, who sacrifices herself.

Characters

The characters are the narrator, the original violinist, Gloria, Miguel, and various other people at the ends of their lives.

Memorable Quotes

I don’t know where he came from, and I don’t even know if he has a name.

But that’s all right.

Here; I’ll start from the beginning.

The truth is, the beginning is a little fuzzy, and it gets blurrier all the time. The main thing I recall is that I was in a hospital bed. It was the old Hollywood cliché of a bunch of wires and tubes. I was alone; I know that much. I think.

It was one of those rooms that doesn’t really have a door. So rude! You know what I’m saying? I mean, seriously, how’s a gal supposed to go to the bathroom in peace? It wasn’t too far from the nurses’ station. So they had to have seen him. And when he started playing, they had to have heard him, right? I mean, am I right?

He was just standing in the front part, where there’s a curtain on rollers and he had a violin and bow and he started playing. I suppose he was aware that I haven’t got a classical bone in my body and my tastes tend toward the pedestrian. So he played me the opening fiddle part of Dexy’s Midnight Runners’ ‘Come on Eileen’..

Yes, I have always been a Philistine.

Rating for The Escape Violinist

The story has a K rating. I definitely wrote this one before I got really prolific in 2018, so in some ways I think that gives it a fighting chance of being a better story. That is, I wasn’t wracking my brains half the time, trying to come up with something original every single day.

Takeaways

It’s a wacky kind of a story. But I think with some work, it could really be something good. Hmm. This one may very well be worth dusting off and polishing a bit.

What if there’s some true potential under all that pop music?

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Let’s Look at Peddler

The idea of a peddler, to me, immediately brings to mind either drug dealing or an old-fashioned means of making a living. So, I kind of went with the second meaning.

Well, kind of. Sort of. I imagine you will see what I mean in a moment or two.

I wrote this story during the third quarter of 2021.

Background

The original prompt word was just the title. But this little story takes a dark turn and it ends up with what is essentially a ‘record scratch’ moment.

And so, in one rather small way, it has a little bit in common with the far sweeter A Kitten. But only a very, very little bit. For A Kitten is not a distressing story, not really.

But this one? Heh,

Plot

Ancha is a food vendor and is far from wealthy. The day is about to end without any sales, which would be disastrous for her and her poor family.

Characters

The characters are Ancha and various other vendors, plus a customer and her son. But the only character who I actually give a name to is Ancha herself. And please keep in mind: I never mention which species Ancha belongs to. Except it should become abundantly clear that it simply is not our own.

Memorable Quotes

“Fresh! Fresh!” Ancha hollered over the din of the marketplace.

“Sweets!” yelled someone nearby.

“Meat!” “Grains!” “Beverages!” “Bitter fruits for a sophisticated palate!”

It was all so much cacophony. Ancha couldn’t hear herself think. She’d have to sell quickly. Her wares wouldn’t be fresh for too much longer. Her family was poor. Throwing away what should have been a day’s worth of profits? It would be far too depressing.

Rating for Peddler

The story has a K rating. But do not mistake that for this being any sort of sweet or pleasant story. Because God knows it is anything but that.

Takeaways for Peddler

If things ever go really, really badly for us as a species, don’t ever count out something like this happening. It is all-too possible for the human race to, essentially, turn into cattle for another species. Hopefully, things don’t ever get that dire for us.

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Let’s Look at Never

The prompt word reminded me of the game, Never Have I Ever. Except I have absolutely conflated it with Truth or Dare here.

Eh, no biggie.

I wrote this story during the third quarter of 2021.

Background

The original prompt word was just the title. It’s another quickie vignette.

There Was Never a Real Plot

Four girls in a summer camp in the 1970s play a game together. Given the time frame, it is entirely possible that they’re at the same camp as Harmony in the short story, Camp.

The only girl missing, then, is Didi. Or Harmony herself, if you want to get technical. But this is the sort of activity that campers most likely would not want to be doing in front of any sort of authority figure.

This even includes a teenager like Harmony.

Characters

The characters are the girls in the bunk, Karla, Natalie, Beth, and Rhonda.

Memorable Quotes

“Never have I ever…” Karla’s eyes lit upon the new girl in the bunk, “wet the bed.”

“True,” said Natalie, the new girl. “Never have I ever kissed Chris Statler.”

This time, Rhonda took a moment from chewing bubble gum and piped up. “Sadly, that’s true. Never have I ever written a fan letter to Bobby Sherman.”

“False,” said Beth.

It Never Had a Rating Before

The story has a K rating. While games like Truth or Dare can often turn nasty or become highly charged sexually, this one doesn’t.

Takeaways

This is a harmless little story and never (see what I did there?) really needs to be updated. Camp is really the better story, when it comes to reminiscing about my earlier days at summer camp.

Ah well, they aren’t all terrific, you know. And I imagine that if you did not live through that time, or attended summer camp, or played such games, you may be a bit lost.

You may even be wondering just what the point is about the whole thing.

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Let’s Look at Beauty is Only Earth Deep

Beauty is Only Earth Deep is kind of a small snack of a story. It’s a little better than a vignette, and I suppose I could expand upon it. Or not.

It might even be the kind of thing that could end up as a drabble or in a collection of flash fiction. It’s kind of the ultimate cut to the chase story, I suppose you could say.

I wrote this story during the third quarter of 2021.

Background

The original prompt word was iris.

I love irises, and I grow them in my yard. I even carried them in my bridal bouquet!

Plot

Humanity’s first contact with unnamed aliens comes with a demand for the most beautiful things we can muster—in ten minutes. And if we can’t do as they require, then we’ll be destroyed.

No pressure.

Can Colette, her neighbors, and everyone else on the planet ever hope to satisfy the aliens’ demands in time?

Characters

The characters are Colette and her neighbors, who I do not name.

Memorable Quotes from Beauty is Only Earth Deep

Colette stared at the aliens’ instructions for a moment.

Bring the most beautiful thing to us in one one-hundredth of your planet’s rotation or be destroyed.

“Pretty damn straightforward,” she muttered. “At least everybody got the same message. Those aliens are going to end up with seven billion roses is if they don’t watch out.”

Rating for Beauty is Only Earth Deep

The story has a K rating. This story is very short and does not have the time to get into anything nasty, messy, or unsuitable for mixed company.

Much like Colette, I had to find what I wanted post haste.

Takeaways for Beauty is Only Earth Deep

Like the vast majority of the one part, quickie stories I wrote in 2021, this one is more of a fragment than anything else. Still, I like the idea of making it so our last, best hope of survival can come from just giving up something beautiful.

But if the aliens would prefer velvet Elvis paintings or AstroTurf or dumpsters, then I guess we’ve had a good run.

And maybe, when I want to add some more depth to this one, I could make something more of it. After all, who are these aliens, anyway? And who are they to dictate such terms to us?

Besides, if beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then how the hell are we supposed to ever know what they would think is beautiful?

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A Review of Prom Night was Never Like This

It’s time to look at Prom Night was Never Like This.

I wrote this story during the second quarter of 2021. The original prompt word was just the word kick.

Background

The prompts are more or less random. My only requirement to myself was to keep them in alphabetical order in 2021. But once I fulfilled that need, the idea was that I could do with the prompts whatever I pleased.

In this case, my first thought was about Kathleen Kennedy, who was known as Kick. And I mean the older one, the one who died in the 1940s. But I didn’t really want to write about her, per se.

However, one great idea that came out of this story is the one about translating programs assigning almost random words for unpronounceable alien names. I pick this idea up again in Alien Allies from 2023 and The New Kid from 2024.

I truly love this particular idea of our translator program just sort of doing this, so I will undoubtedly use this method again.

Plot

A young Yttrianite known as Kick buys a diary to record their innermost thoughts about a human teenaged boy asking them to the prom.

The details of a prom date are causes for confusion in Kick. These details include whether they should wear a gown or a tux or something else. And, what should they do with their vestigial wings?

These are just so many puzzlements for an exotic yet extremely friendly species.

Characters

The characters are Kick, a Yttrianite, and human Kevin Chandler. But I never show Kevin, and Kick doesn’t describe him in their diary entries.

Er, sorry, Kev.

Memorable Quotes

I’m called Kick, just like Kathleen Kennedy was. But my real name isn’t Kathleen or anything like it. And I’m not human. And I’m not even what humans would call female. Or male.

I’m just … Kick.

The whole Kennedy connection comes from our ancestors landing in the Charles River, lo these many centuries ago. I know that in the nineteenth century, Boston was called the Hub of the Universe. But I think Oliver Wendell Holmes was just joking around.

Except now it really is.

We had to study all that junk in school. Brahmins and Yttrianites like me. The name stuck—we’re the same color as Yttrium. Silver and black. I guess humans wanted something that sounded kind of alien to their ears, as our real native name is impossible for them to say. I think they also chose it because Yttrium is toxic to Earth life.

And I guess they were afraid of us. Little did they know that we’re harmless, really just exploring. Cosmic creampuffs. A bunch of us settled here, a bunch of them settled there, and we’re kind of the species equivalent of peanut butter and jelly these days.

That reminds me, I need to get a snack.

So, diary, I bought you—old-fashioned paper and cover with a lock and all—because I need a place off the grid to record my inmost, deepest thoughts.

Which are—Kevin Chandler asked me to the prom.

What am I gonna do? It feels so… weird. More later.

Rating for Prom Night Was Never Like This

The story has a K rating. Even though Kick’s gender does not correspond to any of ours, nothing untoward or even terribly odd happens.

In fact, about the only thing that’s strange is that I say Kick is a Yttrianite. But otherwise, these could pretty much be the diary entries of any teen or tween human.

Except for the wings.

Takeaways for Prom Night Was Never Like This

If we are ever in a position where we humans are more or less equivalent in technology and understanding to an alien species, then issues like Kick’s could become almost commonplace. And if those are our toughest problems to solve with aliens, then we would be exceptionally lucky.

I like Kick, and I think the story could have had some potential. There is a lot that’s undiscovered here. But unless I want to write more in this universe/scenario, then I have no idea how I’ll revisit them.

However, it is kind of cool that Kick references the hub of the universe, thereby neatly dovetailing with Ceilidh’s world.

And there’s no doubt that prom night was never like this before.

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A Review of A Tumble in a Tomb

After a tumble in a tomb, is there any way to get out of a dark Egyptian pyramid?

I wrote this story during the first quarter of 2021. The prompt word was key.

Background

I love ancient Egypt and its pyramids, and the possibility of someone being trapped for all eternity is, of course, not fiction at all.

Plot

Without too much of a plot to speak of, the narrator starts off in pitch dark. But how did they get in such utter blackness? I never really say whether it’s an earthquake or a terror attack or something else entirely.

Or it could be that someone else in their class or digging party tripped some sort of old alarm or failsafe booby trap.

If the details sound sketchy, though, it’s because they absolutely are.

Characters

The characters are just the unnamed narrator. They mention their professor, but that’s it.

Memorable Quotes

It’s dark as all get out in here, like I was trapped in a big stick of licorice and not an Egyptian tomb. Fourth dynasty. I think. Not that it matters right now.

I can’t even estimate how much oxygen I have left. Lighting a match, if I even could, would just eat up some of my air. I guess a few extra seconds of life are worth knowing. But I don’t want to risk it.

Digging should be second nature to me. And I have pulled on any bit of stone where my fingers can get purchase. This isn’t even a main chamber. My professor sent me over here to work. I think he thought I would be out of the way. Well, he was right about that.

I would scream, but there’s no one to hear me. I mean, I heard the cave-in. And I doubt my professor is still alive, for I haven’t heard him shouting. And I haven’t heard rescuers. No dogs, no drills, and no shovels.

I have to be careful not to get turned around, but it’s so damned easy to do just that. I’m trying to stay facing where I came in—but that means I can’t check behind me.

Rating for a Tumble in a Tomb

The story has a K rating. Although it is highly likely that the narrator is quite simply not going to live to see another day, they are surprisingly unbothered by it all.

At the same time, though, they are well aware that panicking is not going to help them out in any manner.

Takeaways for A Tumble in a Tomb

This one ends rather abruptly, so I suppose I could have fleshed it out a bit more. But I was starting to get into a bit of a bind.

After all, my choices for an endgame were for the main character to survive, or not. There really isn’t anything in between.

And looking at it now, a good four years later, I am not so sure I know which way I would prefer to take this short tale. Any ideas, trusty readers?

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Let’s Look at The Great Cleanup

Because I was writing every day in 2021, sometimes I had to reach back to what is almost bible fan fiction. The Great Cleanup is one such story, as is The Field Gleaner.

I wrote this story during the first quarter of 2021. The prompt was the word innocents.

Background

One thing that should trouble any student of the Hebrew tanakh (the so-called ‘Old Testament’) is that when the Genesis flood comes, it doesn’t spare obvious innocents, such as infants.

With this idea in mind, I decided someone would have had to have protested, in some manner.

Plot

As the flood waters recede, Noah’s sons and daughters-in-law notice, to their horror, that the land is littered with corpses. Men, women, children, domestic and wild animals—you name it.

As Japheth’s wife (the narrator) looks at the sea of dead faces, she sees small babies and children. And she starts to wonder about how they ever could have been wicked enough to deserve such an all-encompassing, final punishment.

When she and the other daughters-in-law start to bury the many corpses, Noah declares these necessary tasks to be ‘women’s work’. He’s too busy drinking heavily (which is biblically canon).

While the three sons of Noah do not object to this characterization of the work, they also, apparently, quietly help out by burying the dead overnight while Noah is sleeping it off.

Then they meet other people, and she asks about the ages of the children she sees. When the numbers don’t add up, she realizes her family aren’t the only survivors. And when Noah offers ever-increasingly outlandish explanations for why this is so, it confirms that she’s right.

When she asks one last question, Noah finally slaps her. She and Japheth agree to move their family away from Noah, his ‘facts’ that don’t make any sense, and his inebriated tyranny.

Characters

The characters are Japheth’s wife (in the Jubilees, her name is Adataneses), Japheth, Ham and his wife (her name is Na’eltama’uk), Shem and his wife (her name is Sedeqetelebab), and Noah and his wife (her name is Emzara).

Plus, there are some other people, but I do not name them.

The Book of Jubilees is canon to the Ethiopian Orthodox Church as well as Beta Israel.

But the book isn’t considered to be canonical in any mainstream Jewish theology or sect. So, your mileage may vary. Since I don’t name the women, it kind of doesn’t matter to the overall point of the story.

Memorable Quotes from The Great Cleanup

Now that the great flood is over, and the ground is more or less dry, I have gotten to wondering about the ones who were left behind. We got into the ark, we took whichever animals and plants we could, and the floodwaters carried us for more than a month. Thank the Lord for Japheth. He’s proven to be a wonderful companion. I’m not so sure Ham’s wife feels the same way. I’ve heard them quarreling at times.

When the ark was first lifted by the floodwaters, there was screaming outside, and I heard pounding. My father-in-law, Noah, he said to ignore them. He said they were all wicked, chosen to die for their sins. He said it was God’s righteous judgment.

But I cannot believe that this is so. I have never confided this nagging feeling to anyone before, and I suspect I will take it to my grave. But I know there were newborn babes, foals and calves and others. They must have been innocent. And so, I believe there may have been others.

The judgment, it would appear, was not so righteous after all.

Rating

The story has a K rating.

Takeaways from The Great Cleanup

A biblical flood story is the ultimate disaster epic for Iron Age people. It’s also easier to claim that the ones who lost their lives did not deserve to live. But a closer look shows the seams in such a narrative.

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Let’s Look at Failure

The truth is, I really despise the concept of ‘failure is not an option’. Of course it is! It always is, like it or not. Sometimes, stuff just…happens.

I wrote this story during the first quarter of 2021.

Background for Failure

The prompt word for this one is, of course, its title. I’ve always found the old cliché about failing not being an option as being kind of short-sighted. After all, stuff just plain happens. Or people simply do not follow through.

I think because I am really not very adversarial, and I tend to dislike competition in most forms, these ideas tend to resonate with me.

Plot

There truly is not a whole hell of a plot going on here. Essentially, this little vignette is just a student complaining to someone in charge. It could be the coach, the gym teacher, or the principal of the school.

But it does not really matter that there is no designation for this authority figure. Whoever they are, they are telling this kid what to do. And he is having none of it.

Characters

The characters are the narrator, who is clearly a kid in either middle school or high school. He (probably) is talking to a coach or teacher, or possibly the principal, Mr. Morris.

Memorable Quotes

Of course there are exceptions. You don’t want the heart surgeon to fail, or the health inspector. Or the soldier.

But failing to turn out the lights before you go to sleep? The difference in the bill is mere fractions of a penny—and you aren’t putting off the inevitable final loss of all fossil fuels. You’re only bringing it a day closer at the most. No biggie.

Rating

The story has a K rating. Everything that happens, such as it is? It’s extremely tame.

Failure and Takeaways

If I could find a way to lop off something like nineteen words, I could conceivably enter this little dollop of story as a drabble for wherever those are being published these days.

But at this point in time, I am not so sure that it would be worth the time and effort, however small.

Failure indeed.

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A Review of When Russia Invaded Texas

When Russia Invaded Texas originally started out as a shorter story called Odessa. But that ended so abruptly that I felt I could expand on it in a big way.

As a result, Odessa is now just the first section.

I started to write this story during the third quarter of 2021. But I did not finish it until the first quarter of 2025. The original prompt was the word Odessa.

When Russia Invaded Texas: the Background

One thing that I think is kind of cool is that there are a few rather different places in the world called Odessa. Probably the best-known one is in Ukraine. But there are also towns and cities with that name in Texas and Delaware, among other American states.

And so, when I wrote the first part, I wanted it to be a surprise that the Russian army was in America. Everything about the first chapter is coded Russian. That is, except for the last line, where I finally mention Texas.

And then, when I wanted to finish it, the story got some depth and a name change.

Plot for When Russia Invaded Texas

In more or less the present time, everything goes to hell in a handcart when the earth’s magnetic poles shift while, at the same time, the planet’s core starts spinning in the opposite direction.

The power goes out, magnets stop working reliably, and batteries become useless paperweights.

Within a few years after this upheaval, Russia has sent troops over the Bering Strait. The soldiers have to navigate using the stars, and they can only walk, take a simple boat, or travel on horseback.

Welcome back to the 1800s, and a cold war that’s gotten rather hot indeed.

Characters

The characters are Carly Marshall (she’s the POV character); her younger brother Travis; the Russian Commander, Colonel Petroff; and Russian soldier, Vladislav Perchak. Vlad is a translator, and he speaks decent English.

There are a few other soldiers, and Travis and Carly refer to their parents. But we never see the parents, and I don’t give the other soldiers any names and only a few lines.

Memorable Quotes {Carly and Travis are figuring out what to do with a prisoner}

“And then we’ll all sing Kumbaya as the sun sinks slowly in the west and a bunch of rabbits kick in a chorus line.”

Yep, you’re a jackass more often than only sometimes. “You got a better idea?”

Travis was quiet for a few seconds. “Y’know, I don’t. So, when do you want to break it to him?”

“No time like the present.”

“If we end up with a rabbit kick line, I will be seriously bummed if there isn’t at least one of them that looks like Jessica Rabbit.”

“Travis, you’d be lucky if any of them look like Bugs Bunny in drag.”

Rating

The story has a K+ rating. There’s some language, and Carly’s a bit worried about what the soldiers will possibly do to her.

Takeaways

I really like the premise of this one and would have liked to have expanded it some more. And maybe I will someday. At the time, I really just wanted to be done with it. Hmm.

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Let’s Look at Handle

The fun part about Handle is that, unless you were alive in the 1970s in the United States, the idea that this was so important will seem kind of weird. So, what am I talking about?

Why, CB radios, of course!

I wrote this story during the third quarter of 2021.

Handle This Background with Care

I was a kid/teenager in the 1970s, and I did not turn eighteen until late in 1980. In 1973, when the first of the oil shocks happened, long haul truckers started to really use CB radios as a means of warning each other of speed traps or the like.

At my age at the time, it seemed like a truly nifty idea. Of course now, it’s just quaint. But then? The idea of being able to be in touch without being tethered to a place? It was irresistible.

And so, you’ve got to figure that this is a part of why cellphones caught on so quickly, and so ubiquitously.

Plot

With no real plot to speak of, this one is much more of a slice of life than anything else. If you were around the United States during that time in history, it may feel somewhat nostalgic. Otherwise, you may be wondering what, exactly, was the point.

Characters in Handle

The characters are Sandcastle and Fast Eddie.

Memorable Quotes

“Break, break, this is Sandcastle your front door, over.”

“Four, this is Fast Eddie, your back door here. Got a Smokey in the rearview in a gumball machine, over.”

“Copy that. Bear in the air by exit twelve, over.”

“Big bear party looks like. They got a customer, a Buster Brown. Best bet is to leave the slab at exit eleven and head straight for the balcony, over.”

“Copy that. Look out for baby bears on bikes, over.”

“Bikes? Your tax dollars at work, boys and girls, over.”

~ And now that same conversation, but in English this time: ~

“Hello, this is Sandcastle, driver of the leading vehicle in a group that watches for police officers approaching from the front or for speed traps on the side of the road.”

“Understood, this is Fast Eddie, the rearmost vehicle driver in the group. Got a police officer behind me with his lights flashing.”

“Understood. There’s a police helicopter in the air by exit twelve.”

“Looks like there’s lots of police. They’ve pulled over a UPS truck. Your best bet to avoid them is to get off the highway at exit eleven and drive on the service road instead.”

“Understood. Look out for rookie officers on bikes.”

“Bikes? Your tax dollars at work, everyone.”

Rating

The story has a K rating.

Takeaways for Handle

There really isn’t a lot to take away from this one. And it is not even short enough to just trim off a bit and call it a drabble! So, heh, ewps on that one, I suppose.

But one thing I do like is that I used the name Fast Eddie, which denotes not only fast driving, but also the fictional character Fast Eddie Felson. Felson is from The Hustler and The Color of Money.

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