Sunday, August 31, 2014
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Monday, August 25, 2014
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Sunday, August 17, 2014
"The haunting of the forgotten road," Dyer murmured, staring about at the scattering of trees and mist.
Charlie did not hit him: partially because Dyer was a ghost made solid and because he knew far more than she did about actual ghosts. He tended to come up with tag-lines for missions CASPER directed them to — hauntings and apparitions that came across their desk — while she just thought up jokes like ‘a god-eater and a ghost-eater walk into a bar’.
"You’re saying this place is haunted."
He blinked. “Say, rather, that my feeling is that it is too empty to be haunted.”
"Uh huh. No cell phone reception out here. That could be considered a type of haunting." Charlie wrapped her coat tighter about herself; Dyer wasn’t bothered with the chill in the air, what with being dead. "And it’s not forgotten."
"Charlie, it didn’t appear on GPS or any conventional map."
"Yeah? Last road I ended up on like that was claimed by a unicorn." Dyer paused, as he often did when she casually mentioned such things, expecting a punchline that never came. "Look," she continued, "there are tracks. It was used, and that they haven’t entirely vanished means they remember being used. No place likes to be forgot, Dyer."
"So if we bulldozed the forest down it would be happy it was being used?"
"Call it my feeling then," she said, but leavened the words with a brief smile and turned back toward their RV. "We can reach the next assignment by dawn if we take turns driving."
Dyer was quiet until they were almost at the RV. “You know the road was haunting itself, don’t you?”
"Way I see it, we’re all doing that," she said, and he he just nodded slowly as they got back into the RV and left the road, knowing the file he would write up would mean it was not quite so forgotten.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Saturday, August 09, 2014
Friday, August 08, 2014
But I learned to tread water long ago
“The world has lots of weird in it. Unless you’re making that up?”
“I’m not, but no one believes me. You’ve really never seen a single Nightmare on Elm Street movie?”
Boy shook his head.
"So that after I am gone people will read it and wonder if they ever knew me. If they ever knew me at all."
“People do that. I am a witch: it is not in my nature to disturb the natural order of things.”
“But you’ll tell us how to?” Boy cut in before Bess could say anything worse.
“I did not say I was a very good witch."
“Like putting children in ovens?” Bess said sweetly. “There aren’t many stories about nice witches unless they are fairy godmothers and I don’t think those are nice stories either.”
“Well, you wouldn’t,” the witch said, her tone entirely bland.
“What do you think?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you,” Boy snapped, then looked down as Bess raised her eyebrows. “Sorry. I’m whining, aren’t I?”
“Maybe a little.”
“Just a little?”
“So far." Bess’s grin was a flash of teeth. “And I have no idea if other cities have busses like this or even why this one exists at all. I find it’s safer not to ask about things like this because I don’t think we’d sleep soundly if we knew the answers.”
But his dog just wags his tail in violent bliss
“A shelter, a little like a halfway house for runaways? That’s what you told me, but Ambrose – and your friend Jennifer – basically claim it makes children more compliant by destroying their dreams. So they lose some spark inside them and never rebel or run away away again. Which is what parents want.”
“And that surprises you?”
“No,” Boy said after a pause. “I don’t think so. I think most parents want their children to be unexceptional, for all kinds of reasons.”
“People make mistakes,” Boy said.
“Yes, well, that’s what punishment is for.”
Boy scratched his scalp. "Does that we include foxes?"
Reynard Fox just smiled in reply.
If the distance between us
Was not so great
"Do you mean you or me?"
"I haven't decided yet."