“Right, yes. It’s assumed the Tollund Man was a human sacrifice, rather than an executed criminal or disliked member of Scandinavia. The way he was found—holding himself, eyes and mouth closed—imply a sanctity to his death. Now, what’s interesting is that his body was so perfectly preserved that even his last meal was left intact. A porridge, made of barley, flax, and seeds, along with some fish and—”
Pretty Boys, Nurse, Cryptic Habituation
Moving restively through a corridor of dust. A beep of a car alarm being armed reminds me of a fire consuming a town.
Highly Recommended
Tom had once done his best to convince Seymour to read digital books, even buying him a Kindle for his birthday. Seymour refused to even start up the small device. For him, a book was only a book if he could feel its solid cover in his hands, could flip through its pages with his fingers. Hardcover and paperback were both just fine. E-books? Not for him.
Spring
A couple, walking in the park holding hands could just make out the top two floors of the twelve story pre-war apartment building clad in pale yellow. If they stopped and looked-up they might spot his apartment on the southwest corner. The casement window should have been open since it was the first warmish day after a long winter, but it wasn’t. The one-bedroom, one bath unit’s saving grace was a good sized living room and a U-shaped kitchen with a spacious eating nook and a glimpse of the park.
The Little Casket
On the drive from the airport, Robin changed her mind about heading directly to the studio apartment. Imagining slices of mango drenched in lime, she asked the taxi driver to stop at the Mercado and wait while she shopped. Chatting in her rusty Spanish, they had developed a rapport on the long drive. But she heard Frank’s warning in her mind: You’re not leaving your luggage with this guy, are you?
In Media Res; All Chameleon Like; Chilli Peppers Left Afloat; Remembering Things, but Weirdly; I Want a Bite of that Cupcake
I am a chameleon among skinks; Species and species not mixing. So, they talk, And I blend in.