Stonefield
New on The Interfictions Annex, Mark Rich's "Stonefield" (www.interstitialarts.org/projects/rich_stonefield.php) about a man who haunts a small town, or perhaps a town that haunts a man.
". . . how strange, though, Michael thought, how he walked into the livery stables and saw himself so strongly sitting on a crate beside a short barrel, playing cards."
I've certainly felt that way in some of the historical places I've visited--perhaps most strongly at Gwydir Castle, and on a farm in Normandy, 15 years ago. It couldn't be uncommon, or nobody would believe in past lives. Take that feeling one step further, run it through the unique filter of a writer's consciousness, and you get. . . . Well, a story Chris and I liked a lot.
And if you haven't read the earlier stories, you can do that, too. They're all dandy.
". . . how strange, though, Michael thought, how he walked into the livery stables and saw himself so strongly sitting on a crate beside a short barrel, playing cards."
I've certainly felt that way in some of the historical places I've visited--perhaps most strongly at Gwydir Castle, and on a farm in Normandy, 15 years ago. It couldn't be uncommon, or nobody would believe in past lives. Take that feeling one step further, run it through the unique filter of a writer's consciousness, and you get. . . . Well, a story Chris and I liked a lot.
And if you haven't read the earlier stories, you can do that, too. They're all dandy.