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Written in the 70s — of “understanding”

Posted on May 6, 2018 by JMN

of “understanding”) that remain untried.

This is a queer neck of the woods, both familiar and alien.

Jay looked at the sunlight coruscating on the ivy jumbled at the foot of the live-oak, just getting a grip. “This is me,” he said. “I wrote that.” He added, “Jay, what is the least that you hope for? How little will do?”

Pleased with the questions, he got up from his chair and went out the back door, slamming it a little. [to express exuberance.] He walked back to the barn, where he proposed to make a list of all the tools he could find, getting their names very accurately. He would memorize the list. He would learn to call a spade a spade. Jay giggled, [at this.]

In an effort to escape his clotted, adverbial thoughts Jay […]

: Written in the 70s, 70s-14. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)

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“Woman Pointing”

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This Is Stag Country

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Alabaster Lafferty was a Van Dam, taught in the old grammar school that stood where the Saddlebag used to stand, caddycorner to where the Sno-Cone was. Rondorian courted her for nine years. His daddy Nicodemus married them. Octavia Burwell said Grandpa Nick would thunder against dancing from the pulpit. If you’re gonna dance, step out of the pulpit, she said he said, but I think that’s a tall tale. Her brother Truman played nose guard for the Stags until he got sidelined with a torn biceps. Didn’t make it back from the war. Octavia visits Alabaster in the rest home. She’s ninety-seven years old, and flirts with the male nurses like it’s going out of style. Some fires are never banked.