oneword from saturday
Interview with what?
I missed “Order” at one word yesterday, but here’s today’s entry.
one word, once more
and another one word before bed.
Demo
“I don’t know if it’s really what I’m looking for.”
“Joe,” he slapped me on the back. “This is exactly what you’re looking for.”
I circled the thing. “Explain what it’s supposed to do again…”
“It’s a heart-breaking machine,” he said, smiling and never losing his patience. “Let’s try the demo…”
oneword’s word for today.
BTW
one word is a really fun writing project. Highly recommend.
barrier
I couldn’t see beyond the row of masked and helmeted police to the street beyond. The worst of it was that I’d seen my wife slip around the side of the quickly forming line just before the riot control shields had been locked into place and the rest of us useless public trash had been forced back by the —
Sneaking movie reviews into the story:
“We were at Gerschon’s for over a day — you couldn’t have taken a shower and washed your clothes?”
“It’s a little more complicated than that,” Vikous said, taking another draw from his cigar.
Calliope raised her eyebrows. “What?” She looked over his rumpled, stained clothing. “Please don’t tell me that you melt if you come in contact with water or something, because that would be really stupid.”
Halfway
I should be breaking through the 25k barrier on the story‘s word count today (probably before 5pm). Here’s a recent snippet that made me chuckle:
Calliope did some quick calculation. “You’re the most powerful… thing that I’ve seen since I’ve gotten involved in this mess.”
“Oh, how you talk,” Faegos said and smiled, tipping his oversized head bashfully as though receiving a compliment. He blinked his bulbous eyes. “Really, I am surprised. I was led to believe you were quite… coarse at times.”
“I’m just trying to sort everything out,” Calliope said. “See, if I eventually have something you want, and you want to bargain for it now, then it’s probably dangerous to you.”
The diminutive old man’s smile vanished. “Go on.”
Calliope turned her eyes toward the ceiling, musing. “What’s to keep me from telling you to go fuck yourself, then waiting to find whatever you think I’m going to find and hunting you down like any other rat bastard?”
Faegos’ face was grim. “I see I was not entirely misinformed as to your personality.”
Calliope shrugged.
Hidden Things, Nov. 8 snippet that I liked:
At the security desk Vikous paused, his hands jammed in his coat pockets, the cigar leaking a thin line of smoke into the air from the corner of his mouth. The guard eyed them both suspiciously.
“Business?” he asked.
“Top floor. The party.” Vikous looked bored.
“Invitation,” the guard said, leaning forward with a hand extended. Vikous just looked at him. The guard settled back in his seat, his eyes hooded. “How do you know there’s a party if you don’t have an invitation?”
Vikous’ shiny black eyes watched the guard without moving. With slow deliberation, he pulled his right hand out of his pocket and laid it on the desk counter, leaning on it toward the guard as he said “Well, there would have to be a party, wouldn’t there?”
Calliope couldn’t see his face clearly from that angle but something in the guard’s face seemed to give way for just a moment, leaving his eyes showing white all the way around as he looked at Vikous.
“Second elevator on the right,” he said, his voice barely audible.
If you’re interested in reading it as it comes out, go here.