The Story Of Three
June 5, 2010 in Writing
I wrote a story the other day I didn’t know I had in me. It involved a package left behind on a train bound for Lyon; a burned out barn outside of Dover, Delaware; a beautiful women named Leila; a stuffed leopard in the parlor of a boarding house in Bethel, Connecticut; a Mafia hit in midtown Manhattan; a detective named Praheed Palaniswamy; Frank Sinatra singing Summer Wind; a family of immigrant acrobats from Czechoslovakia; the hijacking of a 747 over the Aegean; a young race car driver named Kent; painless root canal; the sketches of Audubon; a door from a 1746 Monastery in France; Mata Hari’s comb; a scuffle in the Egyptian Wing of the Walters Art Gallery in Baltimore; a butler named Cranshaw; the testimony of a false witness; a deserted galleon; the satisfactory refolding of a road map; the second gun; some thoughts on electricity; gratuitous sex; and a subplot involving the city of Jerusalem.
But it was lacking something. It was not the story I had wanted to write. Read the rest of this entry →
