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©Jamie B. Wolcott


Shockingly Stupid Disaster on Clipper Island

Wandering the shores of the north, and gathering broken bits
of what happened, Zero tried to make sense of the past 5 days.
At first, there was talk that every wooden-legged drunkard was involved.
"It couldn't be anything else" people said under their breath.
After close scrutiny of the evidence,
and piecing the mess back together, he found that no person with
a wooden leg could do something so shockingly stupid...read more



The Fortune Cookie Writer

Leon hit the top of the alarm as it went off. It sounded like an air raid
siren every morning, and he vowed, for the eighth time,
to get a new one that was more pleasant.

Shuffling out of bed and to the kitchen for tea, this middle aged man
felt he had little to be happy about. The same dreary apartment, with
only an airshaft for light and circulation, the same dreary office year
after year, loud and stupid neighbors, the slight but very specific smell
coming up from the alley. Yikes, he said....read more



From Switzerland West

Way back when, in the year of 1852, the young childless couple sat on
their porch in Switzerland squinting into the West, trying to see America.
"It's right there, Clara pointed, "see?"
"That's Neuchatel," Nicholas replied.
She continued to look that way, even though she knew he was right.
She could picture America in her head. The trees would be shiny like
glass, and the rivers thick with water from the hills and mountains.
The wind would smell like lavender and geraniums. She would like it a lot.
Nicholas held her hand and forearm next to his chest.

They only had one week to wait. The steamer tickets were bought
for next Tuesday, their things were packed, and Nicholas was working
the last of his 4 days at the blacksmiths to earn some extra cash
for the trip. He would miss his mule and his friends.
They walked out to the barn, Clara looked up at the first stars
above them to the East. "Wishes for my day, wishes for my night,
may all bad things stay out of sight, " she said in her head.
Crickets chirped at their feet. ...read more








...more to come

© Jamie B. Wolcott