http://michellerichmond.com/fictionattic the journal of elegant wit Tue, 22 Jul 2008 16:45:38 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en The man next door, our neighbor, is behaving badly or so it seems to me. This is not a good thing, I think. How can it be? "It can't," my other neighbor says. We decide to have a meeting, invite our other neighbors from farther ... http://michellerichmond.com/fictionattic/Structure:/barking-manby-steven-gillis/ At first Antonia thought of a shipwreck. The boy and the girl peeled off their clothes, but they were on their knees in the middle of a bed with the bedclothes hiked around their thighs, and the sheets were red so she thought of a sea of blood and had ... http://michellerichmond.com/fictionattic/Structure:/bugabooby-jenny-pritchett/ She stands on one leg at the front door in the heavy dusk, balances the paper bag of groceries on her knee, and fumbles for the key. She has knocked, three times, and now listens for movement inside, peers through the dark window, unsurprised to find no lamps on. ... http://michellerichmond.com/fictionattic/Structure:/delectable-watersby-anita-garner/ The list of the things I did for him is inside the black silk envelope. The black silk envelope is in the top left drawer of the desk from Italy. The desk is empty, except for the envelope. The desk is in the bedroom. The bedroom is large and the ... http://michellerichmond.com/fictionattic/Structure:/sharperby-jackie-shannon-hollis/ I live in a triangle. It's exactly 213 square miles. It's a place of Indian curses, ghostly apparitions, cattle mutilations, gigantic snakes, low-flying UFOs, huge birds, and ape-like creatures, seven feet in height, that leave 18-inch footprints. And I live right in the heart of it. I work ... http://michellerichmond.com/fictionattic/Structure:/i-live-in-a-triangleby-stephen-mackinnon/ She pulled her girls in a carriage behind her bike. Their plastic high heels and necklaces clicked. The river was in the distance. So was the shopping center. It swelled like a blister. She'd been wild when she was younger. Now, she didn't look ... http://michellerichmond.com/fictionattic/Structure:/the-doubleby-laura-schadler/ She didn't know what the parade was for. People carried crosses. Flowers pink as bubble gum. The rain was coming in over the capital. She saw sheets of it before the drops got there and soaked through her shoulders, the top of her head. The ... http://michellerichmond.com/fictionattic/Structure:/what-the-parade-is-forby-laura-schadler/ It costs only 50¢ to enter the Closet of Love. The nominal fee covers electricity and the occasional light bulb replacement. The light bulb is never turned on, however, except for the occasional dusting and spritz of air freshener. Because when a couple enters the Closet, all is perfectly dark. ... http://michellerichmond.com/fictionattic/Structure:/closet-of-love-by-dylan-lee/ You walk into the last record store on Earth. It was quite a trek to get there. The clerk has complicated hair and a tattoo that says, “John Lives.” You say to him, “I need that music from that film. The one where the guy meets the gal ... http://michellerichmond.com/fictionattic/Structure:/the-last-record-storeby-corey-mesler/ I found myself wandering around Midtown, nearly 3:00am on a Tuesday night, finally single, finally alone. The town that never sleeps was asleep, and the storefront lights were out. A streetsweeper moved up and down Broadway, preparing for the the hordes of tourists that would converge with the ... http://michellerichmond.com/fictionattic/Structure:/romney-schell-at-the-disco-1979/