n e w f i c t i o ng r a n t . l o e w e nAn excerpt from Glass Bottom, a novel-length work-in-progress: ...and they all blow up because the oldest brought home a mine. It's early in the occupation and the school has not yet received the pamphlet, "Mines and Your Health," from the Ministry of Mines and Health, and snow collapses onto the fire... Hollywood North c o n n i e . b a r n e s . r o s e I once heard her say that the only thing that went with speed was more speed. And Jack with his car made the perfect match. If there's something to be had, you can be sure the Father has it. And like he says, he's always happy to share the magic with his friends... Action Avenue g o l d a . f r i e d I go over to check on Mug. She's sleeping or pretending to, because she shakes out sobs. Then I realize a pile of clothes on her treasure trunk by her feet are sobbing too so it's hard to tell what is happening... and it all went tremola a t h e n a . p a r a d i s s i s "It's easy," Steven reassured her, "You tell us two things. One lie, one truth, and we try to guess which one's which. Pretty straight forward, only don't tell us something we already know." Steven smiled, his eyes on Lady J. River lit a cigarette and slowly exhaled smoke in Steven's face the way she knew he hated... why'd you say that? j e n n i f e r . d u n c a n Those new pants, what pants they are. A firm waistline, gently pleated, rippling into generous pockets. Bagging with saucy insouciance at the crotch and ass. Narrowing evenly down the legs to the perfect width of crisp, stalwart cuffs. Pants that say Clark Gable, Ernest Hemingway, African safaris... The New Pants |
