Bellefleur

This I know, the symbol is the gateway to delusion, Blurring to deceiving smoke The border between fact and error. Making havoc in the brain’s fine algebra, By symbol, the fantastic structure is made too strong, Too firm a palace against sad reality. She has been kidnapped from her usual world of glitter and luxury,Continue reading “Bellefleur”

Hedy Lamarr’s Tuna Salad Recipe

1 One evening, Olivia de Havilland prepares — with great concern to adhere to the strict instructions on the tin, even to the extent of using her reading glasses — Hedy Lamarr’s Marine Fresh™ Skipjack Tuna Salad recipe, and finds it not good. Lettuce, hard-boiled egg, apple, celery. Cardboard, she reckons, multiply. As tasteless as.Continue reading “Hedy Lamarr’s Tuna Salad Recipe”

The 24 Deaths of MH – Part 2

The Journalist is persistent and dedicated; she has a lot of integrity. Specifically tasked, she lies in wait for him, the Pathologist. Winsome, that specific species of prettiness, she thinks she can probably screw herself up into, for a sufficient length of time to accomplish the job. And the probity, on which she prides herselfContinue reading “The 24 Deaths of MH – Part 2”

Casino

The gambler says:—Tell them I came, but no-one answered. Entranced, as the gambler is ever, by the lovely mathematics in softest lighting, the ballet of numbers, the chemin-de-fer, the vingt-et-un. Good evening, enchanté that you could join us tonight, When he enters, M’sieu, your usual. Rum and stunning fractured ice placed at the elbow, AContinue reading “Casino”

The Compendium of Degenerates – part 12

The cloth remained on the barkeep’s shoulder, ghostly of the casual and practised flick, ein Bund Idioten, the SPD guys are in the Niedrige Kneipe tonight, unruly and impossible. —Mierscheid will pay, he is in the john. The SPD make a run for it, scattering across Mulackstraße. They are anarchists really, the bastards. They’re soContinue reading “The Compendium of Degenerates – part 12”

The Compendium of Degenerates – part 13

How Florian and Pim had come to be acquainted: In 1918, having reached an age, Florian had gone to the Exemption Board. With a pacifist theme worked out, demeaning but safest. Somehow, during one of the interviews, a physician had got something else into his head — a nuance, or even a code, transmitted mistakenly,Continue reading “The Compendium of Degenerates – part 13”

The Compendium of Degenerates – part 11

Florian the pollster. Although he has made no such promise, scrupulously not, his subjects often gain the vague impression a verbal contract has been entered into. A free drink in return for their input. So after his survey, with its very few questions, has been completed, often there is a gap, a pause, pregnant: —Where’sContinue reading “The Compendium of Degenerates – part 11”