It seems somewhat odd to start out the blog again with a short story about two prostitutes. Even odder to begin Advent this way. But I’m in need of writing some short fiction and Mondays are going to be now devoted to that endevor. Knowing my novel has intention form a publisher means spending time just writing other things as I go back to work on it. That is a kind of peace. So in the interm, I submit these little tidbits to you. It all started with a first line on Advent Sunday at 3 AM. So, there’s that.
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Advent: A Parable
She had painted her fingernails jade for the holiday, but the reason seemed foolish now. There was no one to dance with. The punch was heady and tasted too much of cheap rum. A woman sitting on the other side of the room was laughing violently, falling into the obliging man next to her, who recoiled just enough at the sudden whiff of cheap perfume and let his eyes trace down her neckline, betraying his intentions.



