Lucy Jane Bledsoe’s “The House on the Coast” (Crab Orchard Review, Vol. 19, No. 2: THE WEST COAST & BEYOND)

Crab Orchard Review: In its 20th year of publication, an Icon of Literary Publishing

Crab Orchard Review: In its 20th year of publication, an Icon of Literary Publishing

Self is starting with the first short story, by Lucy Jane Bledsoe, “The House on the Coast.”

SPOILER ALERT!

Backstory: Narrator breaks into a nice house on the coast, decides to raid the wine supply. While she’s resting, a visitor comes by, who turns out to be the estranged daughter of the house’s owners. The daughter, whose name is Henrietta, tells the narrator about the recent death of her three-year-old.

“I’m a perfect candidate for a crystal meth habit. I’ll do anything to interrupt the — ”

“Pain,” I said.

“Yeah,” she said.

She did that hand-waving gesture of hers. “What do you think is the next step? Call my parents?”

I didn’t have a clue how to answer.

“They never met her,” she said. “They did ask. I just never thought they asked genuinely enough. I have to live with that, that I kept her from them. I’m sorry.” She looked up at me, her eyes flashing and her thin-lipped mouth open with grief. “The two most stupid words in the language.”

The next short story in this issue of the Crab Orchard Review is Alex Colin-Shotwell’s “Strike-Slip.” It begins:

You’re up on the roof of a house in the Hollywood Hills and you’re surrounded by a darkness so palpable you can almost wear it.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Muse 6: The Lake at Annaghmakerrig (Late Last Night)

A walk always refreshes self. Especially after a day of hard writing.

When self first came to Ireland, last year, her friends in Dublin teased her that she’d likely encounter a banshee.

But self is convinced there are no banshees in Annaghmakerrig. Maybe they’re in some other part of Ireland. But not here in County Monaghan.

Anyhoo, let’s see, where was she? The lake.

How it appeared last night:

Alone on the Lake, 10:30 p.m.

Alone on the Lake, 10:30 p.m.

The moon was gorgeous, full and round, its outlines perfectly crisp:

Full Moon Over the Lake

Full Moon Over the Lake

Whenever self walks to the lake in the evening, she thinks she hears a kind of humming emanating from way up above. In fact, she tweeted about it, and Miss Warby’s Ghost replied: THAT WAS ME! (Love it!)

So, here’s her last shot of the moon last night. This was pretty blurry, but she’ll throw it in, anyway.

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Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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