“The No-Waiting Room” / Memorable Fancies #1706

There is a room where no one waits. Arrivals are cleverly queued so that the dissectionist enters from his cold tables just as you pass through the no-waiting-room door. He is ready for you. This  time, there’s no need to sit down, search for that magazine with a torn cover, grimace at others waiting in the room or ignore them,... [Click ‘Random Post’ above – be astonished] … [Read more...]

“The Manuscript Murders” / Memorable Fancies #1663

[“...the commentaries are extensions of the text; they are the text in its modern life.” – Judith Butler] The original manuscript was lost, only the commentary surviving the decay of centuries. After extensive study, we have determined that the original was destroyed by the author of the commentary. And the original author, his unexplained disappearance,... [Click ‘Random Post’ above – be astonished] … [Read more...]

“That Killer Smile” / Memorable Fancies #11

“I’m not a serial killer,” he said. “I never meant to be one, at least; that’s not my self-image. A serial killer never stops till he’s caught, isn’t that what they say? Not me. I’ll stop. I’m just looking for Mr. Right.” He looked me up and down, smiling. [Click ‘Random Post’ above – be astonished] … [Read more...]

“Coming of Age” / Memorable Fancies #1555

In my country, not having taken a life was some kind of stain that needed to be wiped clean, like still being a virgin at 18. Sadly, I was both. So for my 18th birthday my dad bought me a big game hunt, complete with beaters and bearers and pith-helmeted trackers. We went into the bush and had a week-long hunt, and then our servants cut off the heads of the game I’d killed and gave them to me, for me to have stuffed and mounted I mean, but really I’d shot at them and missed so my dad and the … [Read more...]

“The Sprouting” / Memorable Fancies #566

[“That corpse you planted last year in your garden, / Has it begun to sprout?” – Eliot, The Waste Land] That was Philip. Yes, as soon as the last frost was gone I caught the ground heaving one day, just a little, and a tiny finger poking out, the nail still soft and pliable. A week later a few more parts of Philip sprouted, and the fingers had grown almost to full size. I probed the ground gently with a thin pole, and yes, Philip was growing healthily, the flesh firming up, the gaping … [Read more...]

“The Cliff and the Abyss” / Memorable Fancies #1518

[“They held each other’s hands and wandered along the cliff on the edge of the abyss.” – Pascal Quignard] He has a sudden urge to throw her off the cliff. The urge becomes overwhelming. But he stops just in time and she never notices what happened, what didn’t happen, what agonies of choice he endured. “That was a fun walk,” she says. “Let’s do it again next week.” Next week, he thinks, the same thing will happen. His indecision will be worth the price of not, finally, putting an end to … [Read more...]

“The Stones – I” / Memorable Fancies #1509

[“...the forgotten stones...” – Thomas Bernhard] This one is round. I’m hefting it now. Yes, it fits well in my fist. Very well. It seems to want to be thrown, as it might have been thrown long before, by some forgotten other. Yes, it seems to say, throw me!, but not now – not now – no one is near enough. Wait. … [Read more...]