One thing I found surprising about Catherine Coan’s short short stories was the variety of voices and writing styles therein. I, on the other hand, seem to write “…all one, ever the same and keep invention in a noted weed…”, if I may quote the English language’s most famous sonneteer. The next surprise came in the form of her fine wit which renders more meaning with each reading. Again, I have written short intros, (in italics), to these pieces which I hope will not detract from them.
Ah, to be a schoolboy again. And drawing pictures with schoolgirls. And learning so many new things, with visual aids in the classroom to enhance the rich imagination of childhood. ─AS
Drawing On Eyelashes
Remember, when you were a kid, doing drawings, and in those drawings drawing eyelashes on some animals to show that those animals were female (lizards, mice, fish, birds)? Another question, this one for bats: Bats, why must you swoop about, swooping for blood, when you could just do you know what with your lashes and almost surely get better results, like maybe even a little ceramic bowl of blood with your name on it (and yes, I know that your name is difficult to spell, Empress of Moldovia, but try to be positive, please)?
I forgot to tell you earlier that I have made a time machine which shows all of time up until now on an overhead projector from 1980. You are going to have to decide who gets to operate the rollers, and if there is any bickering, we’ll just wait until tomorrow to do this. Good. Continue reading