Backpacking with Jolene in the Appalachian Mountains/ letter to Blanche Dubois-part 2
fiction
edward w pritchard
Blanche of course the girl in the back packing story is real; as real as you or I. The story doesn't mean anything.
I was just trying to describe how the girl looked just before she started walking to go back packing one bright sunny day in the Mountains. Stretching and swaying in the white tee shirt, the kind with no sleeves and how all the straps were so tight across her chest.
end
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Wiemar Germany is where my heart finds fellowship/draft 1, part 13
Wiemar Germany is where my heart finds fellowship/draft 1, part 13
fiction
edward w pritchard
The boy made the fire for the old fisherman and found him some bait. Old people were always trying to seem important with their tall tales. Still the old man went on. He had buried gold in the Lake, across the lake in the lilly Pads; the old man said he had buried gold in the lake in 1941. Fifty one years later the man fished here every day and the boy sometimes helped the old man before the boy rode to baseball practice this summer in 1992.
Fifteen years later the boy and his son were fishing in a row boat there on the Portage Lakes and for fun the boy, now the Father had used the oar to poke along the Lilly pads to search for hidden Nazi gold.
end
fiction
edward w pritchard
The boy made the fire for the old fisherman and found him some bait. Old people were always trying to seem important with their tall tales. Still the old man went on. He had buried gold in the Lake, across the lake in the lilly Pads; the old man said he had buried gold in the lake in 1941. Fifty one years later the man fished here every day and the boy sometimes helped the old man before the boy rode to baseball practice this summer in 1992.
Fifteen years later the boy and his son were fishing in a row boat there on the Portage Lakes and for fun the boy, now the Father had used the oar to poke along the Lilly pads to search for hidden Nazi gold.
end
Wiemar Germany is where my heart finds fellowship/draft 1, part 12
Wiemar Germany is where my heart finds fellowship/draft 1, part 12
fiction
edward w pritchard
My contacts in America have arranged for me to live on a small series of lakes in Ohio, a State on Lake Erie. Like many Germans I have dropped out of the party, but somehow I am still alive here in 1942.
I buried 200 pounds of gold secretly here on the Portage Lakes and a similar amount of silver and a lesser amount of diamonds. No one but me knows about the dirty money I have stolen.
The American lake in Ohio is beautiful tonight and reminds me very much of the Lakes at home near Berlin.
end
fiction
edward w pritchard
My contacts in America have arranged for me to live on a small series of lakes in Ohio, a State on Lake Erie. Like many Germans I have dropped out of the party, but somehow I am still alive here in 1942.
I buried 200 pounds of gold secretly here on the Portage Lakes and a similar amount of silver and a lesser amount of diamonds. No one but me knows about the dirty money I have stolen.
The American lake in Ohio is beautiful tonight and reminds me very much of the Lakes at home near Berlin.
end
spinoza in Pennsylvania/draft two part two
spinoza in Pennsylvania/draft two part two
see part one August 26, 2011 as rewritten
fiction
edward w pritchard
The girl is very pretty. Not like anyone around here. Like someone from Paris, France or Milan, Italy. She showed up at my Grandpa's house and wants to look at some of the stock certificates. She is about my age but she is not like any of the girls around here in Pennsylvania.
I am a little suspicious of the girl's story about why she wants to look at the mining certificates, but the girl certainly is attractive, She is not like anyone from around here.
end part 2
see part one August 26, 2011 as rewritten
fiction
edward w pritchard
The girl is very pretty. Not like anyone around here. Like someone from Paris, France or Milan, Italy. She showed up at my Grandpa's house and wants to look at some of the stock certificates. She is about my age but she is not like any of the girls around here in Pennsylvania.
I am a little suspicious of the girl's story about why she wants to look at the mining certificates, but the girl certainly is attractive, She is not like anyone from around here.
end part 2
standing at the eastern ocean/post 1001
standing at the eastern ocean
fiction
edward w pritchard
Standing at the eastern ocean
watching reoccurring wave after wave,
I stare intently into the early morning darkness, to the horizon.
Thoughts of foregone friends
spark into purple and red arcs of spectazomons that
distill into just another sunrise, familiar and reassuring.
Using 1000 posts, constructing a pier
I stand on the altar
drenched with fear for humanity small h,
to hope for another day.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Standing at the eastern ocean
watching reoccurring wave after wave,
I stare intently into the early morning darkness, to the horizon.
Thoughts of foregone friends
spark into purple and red arcs of spectazomons that
distill into just another sunrise, familiar and reassuring.
Using 1000 posts, constructing a pier
I stand on the altar
drenched with fear for humanity small h,
to hope for another day.
Friday, December 30, 2011
1000 th post/ infectation
1000 th post/ infectation
fiction
edward w pritchard
The virus only infects humans and enters through the feet, particularly the right foot; even through shoes or boots.
The victim distinctly feels the initial onslaught of contagion and a depressing stupor follows. Victims often refer to the virus as evil and/or directed [ to attack]. X-rays of the infected foot display a cloud like membrane housing the virus.
end part 1
fiction
edward w pritchard
The virus only infects humans and enters through the feet, particularly the right foot; even through shoes or boots.
The victim distinctly feels the initial onslaught of contagion and a depressing stupor follows. Victims often refer to the virus as evil and/or directed [ to attack]. X-rays of the infected foot display a cloud like membrane housing the virus.
end part 1
three cars to Carrie/draft one
three cars to Carrie/draft one
fiction
edward w pritchard
I stole this car in Georgia. Boy was that a mistake. The car is a real piece of junk. I am having trouble fleeing Georgia after robbing the Bank I worked at. This old car keeps breaking down on the road. It's all quite conspicuous.
Last night in Charlotte, North Carolina I made a decision. I counted out sixty thousand dollars from the seven hundred thousand I stole from the Bank in Atlanta and I am buying a nice new car. It's a 2011 Volvo. The salesman is tripping over himself helping me. I gave him a one thousand dollar tip and said I was in a hurry. I hope to be on the road for Cambridge, Ohio in the next ten minutes or so. Diane is waiting for me back in Ohio. She is nine months pregnant and due very soon.
The Volvo is a great car. But with a new baby on the way I have been thinking maybe a new Father needs a family car. Maybe a van.
end part 1
fiction
edward w pritchard
I stole this car in Georgia. Boy was that a mistake. The car is a real piece of junk. I am having trouble fleeing Georgia after robbing the Bank I worked at. This old car keeps breaking down on the road. It's all quite conspicuous.
Last night in Charlotte, North Carolina I made a decision. I counted out sixty thousand dollars from the seven hundred thousand I stole from the Bank in Atlanta and I am buying a nice new car. It's a 2011 Volvo. The salesman is tripping over himself helping me. I gave him a one thousand dollar tip and said I was in a hurry. I hope to be on the road for Cambridge, Ohio in the next ten minutes or so. Diane is waiting for me back in Ohio. She is nine months pregnant and due very soon.
The Volvo is a great car. But with a new baby on the way I have been thinking maybe a new Father needs a family car. Maybe a van.
end part 1
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