The basement still smells like concrete and bleach that didn’t quite take.
We're yet to find out who the HOA will be. And will they help Mr. Henderson to get his living room back.
Looking forward to reading Basement.
Very intriguing! Definitely want to read more.
Thank you! You are welcome to read more, because there's plenty.
Oh, and there's a book out, too.
Enjoy!
I’d love to read it!! Can you post a link to your book? I did a quick search and didn’t find it.
Try this link: https://books2read.com/u/mdowaO
Should redirect you to your local Amazon.
Ordered! and I’ll have it in time for my next weekend trip. Can’t wait to read it!
Wait, what? Did you order a paperback?
Yes…I like to hold books when I read them.
This just gave me a very unsettling feeling. I love it!
Thank you!
The line “Sometimes peace is ugly” is excellent. Besides being credible and believable, it’s seductive.
We are left to feel the discomfort of judgment forming, and the narrator’s position is well judged.
“That’s different.”
“Is it?”
“Is it?” is devastatingly precise because it is so short. The reader can hear it. The reader can utter it, and it makes them uncomfortable.
The final line, “Maybe they’ll get my living room back,” is quietly brutal, like a monster quietly walking in the night.
The Association: the father’s judgment made portable, exported to another unspecified body.
The lingering discomfort I feel about the ending—that is the ending working.
Now, re-read this having in mind that Mr. Henderson is Ukraine. Then... the rest? 🙂
Then… stable for whom?
The last line is post-illusion, stripped of guarantees.
I enjoyed this story. To me, it emphasizes the perils of taking matters of justice into one's own hands. This is why society needs rules, and trained judges to interpret and apply those rules. Without that, its anarchy.
We're yet to find out who the HOA will be. And will they help Mr. Henderson to get his living room back.
Looking forward to reading Basement.
Very intriguing! Definitely want to read more.
Thank you! You are welcome to read more, because there's plenty.
Oh, and there's a book out, too.
Enjoy!
I’d love to read it!! Can you post a link to your book? I did a quick search and didn’t find it.
Try this link: https://books2read.com/u/mdowaO
Should redirect you to your local Amazon.
Ordered! and I’ll have it in time for my next weekend trip. Can’t wait to read it!
Wait, what? Did you order a paperback?
Yes…I like to hold books when I read them.
This just gave me a very unsettling feeling. I love it!
Thank you!
The line “Sometimes peace is ugly” is excellent. Besides being credible and believable, it’s seductive.
We are left to feel the discomfort of judgment forming, and the narrator’s position is well judged.
“That’s different.”
“Is it?”
“Is it?” is devastatingly precise because it is so short. The reader can hear it. The reader can utter it, and it makes them uncomfortable.
The final line, “Maybe they’ll get my living room back,” is quietly brutal, like a monster quietly walking in the night.
The Association: the father’s judgment made portable, exported to another unspecified body.
The lingering discomfort I feel about the ending—that is the ending working.
Now, re-read this having in mind that Mr. Henderson is Ukraine. Then... the rest? 🙂
Then… stable for whom?
The last line is post-illusion, stripped of guarantees.
I enjoyed this story. To me, it emphasizes the perils of taking matters of justice into one's own hands. This is why society needs rules, and trained judges to interpret and apply those rules. Without that, its anarchy.