dennis scharnberg

Reggie is a ne’er-do-well, don’t you see?  A ne’er-do-well of Dickensian proportions.

Sebastian Sleeve,  The Random Walk and Other Stories.

All eyes on her.  An admiring audience.  A dream come true it is.  Until it becomes tiresome.

Tate LaBianca,  Four and Twenty Blackbirds.

Because of dusk, neither day nor night can exist.

Godfrey Tooke,  Collected Aphorisms.

“You’re getting it all wrong, Tom,”  laughed Mr. Mullinax.  “What future was ever foreseeable?”

Michael Margate,  The Shadow Path.

“Was that a logical argument?” Ted wondered.  “Or an episode of taunting?”

Devona Twilly,  Shallowness, a Novel.

Jayne is a model, you see.  Her eyebrows are the largest thing about her.

Diana Moone,  Living Well.

“No, Miriam, I simply cannot signify,” admitted Dwayne.  “Not today.  Perhaps never again!”

Anselm Bligh,  A Collection of Miniatures.

Today, everything is amazing; and if not that, it is ironic.  Or it is iconic.  Or awesome.

Roger Hedgecook,  Stolen and Sold for Parts.