Adoration of the Fabulous Beasts
Sometimes when it is still at night, not a sound anywhere, you might think of the racket at the Adoration of the Fabulous Beasts. Or if you are somewhere where you have to be awfully quiet and behave yourself, it helps to think of that rowdy gang and all the rumpus they’re making. Yes, when you were born they did this for you. But maybe it would be fun, if it’s all right with your Mother, to make a lot of noise, and that does happen now and then — you might join in right now.
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“The Black Market”
There were moments when he felt uneasy. It was Sunday, and he was an American soldier eagerly looking forward to a three week furlough.
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Confrontation
“Did you love her?”
At this question Basral looked away. “I learned fear for her. She was the only person I have ever prayed for.”
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SOPHIE
During the last decade of her life (she was found dead in her New York apartment in January, 1993) she became a close friend of Jack Lindeman’s through his own long-standing association with novelist-translator Guy Daniels
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ELVIRA
“For the past
three days she had done virtually nothing but sit on the
edge of the couch-bed and stare at the blank walls while
listening to the rattle of the glass in the windows until it
seemed to come from a pair of drums beating a tattoo prelude
to her own execution.” Jack Lindeman, who’s poetry we have been privileged to publish in CS2 each month, turns his formidable talent to the art of the short story in Elvira.
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