I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.

This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.

Thursday, December 15, 2016

the two hundred and fifty ninth story

The Commuter

Velma's singing voice had been the talk of five counties out in Ohio, but since arriving in the city, she hadn't gotten a single callback, no matter how many auditions she went to. For the moment, she's put her musichall dreams on the back burner & she has a pretty good job in the typing pool at a 5th avenue ad company. She can't afford an apartment anywhere nearby, which might not SOUND like such a big deal in a city with such great public transit, but she can't fit through the subway gates. She says she enjoys the five mile walk & that the air does her good & the exercise reminds her body of her youth working on the farm. She still goes to at least one audition per week & I have high hopes for her, regardless of whether she ever gets to be the star she dreamed of as a little hatchling. She's good at landing on her feet, & all her eyes are looking at the future.

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