dennis scharnberg

tossing the dice

What does she dread, this charming creature?  Being merely a bit part in another’s tale.

Jonathan Steed,  Down Under.

flock of birds

Helen claimed—rather too proudly—that she had never thought in words.

Pryce Cummings,  Rattle Box.

spiraling ever downward

“It’s not a mystery, Beth.  Not at all.  And it is not amazing.  Not.  At.  All.”

Quentin Drabb,  Ebenezer’s Untold Tales.

so to bed

“It was infant mortality, Mr. Plowman.  I assure you.”

“At age thirty-six?”

“Yes, sir.”

Lana Dowling,  The Mystery of the Dull Parcels.