Friday, July 26, 2024
A Pointed Gun Is Not A Question Mark_Chapter Four of THE GIRL WITH SILVER EYES
Tuesday, July 23, 2024
THE WIND HAS ITS OWN FREEDOM_Chapter Three_ The Girl With Silver Eyes
"When Ortzi put madness in the wind and loosed the bridle on the lightning, He called it Woman."
- Ancient Basque proverb
For a woman holding a gun on a man, the blonde didn't seem to recognize Lucas. But then, she had only seen him the one time.
But Lucas recognized her. Moira wore sexuality like some women wore expensive perfume.
The barrel of the gun was rock-steady, and to unbalance her, Lucas said,
"Is this the Bureau of Indian Affairs?"
"Huh? Funny man, aren't you? Though you do look Indian."
"Half-Basque actually."
Lucas made a show of looking at his wristwatch.
"As in half-Basque Two. Speaking of which, isn't this after hours even for a workhorse like DeMille?"
Recognition widened her azure eyes,
"Hey, I know you! You're the numb-nuts who thought giving DeMille that tiny working model of a guillotine would make up for not being in the prop makers union."
Lucas shrugged. "It was worth a shot."
"You disappeared on us. What happened?"
"I got drafted."
"There's a lot of that going around ... dying, too."
Moira pulled back the hammer. "What brings you back at this hour?"
Lucas didn't have to ask her that question: her left fist was filled with the petty cash from the open safe behind her.
"This was the last place a fellow draftee, Lt. Eileen Henderson, was seen alive."
"Aw. don't tell me: you were in love with the broad."
"I am incapable of love."
"You and every other man I've ever met. At least you're honest about it."
"My memory's too bad to lie."
Her gun steadied on his chest, "You ever not a smartass?"
"Sometimes I sleep."
Her eyes narrowed. She leaned towards Lucas with a curious malice that carried with it an undercurrent of sexual heat.
Lucas reminded himself that an affair that starts with a woman pointing a gun at you always ended badly.
"You know what's going to happen to you?," sneered Moira. "You'll grow old and run out of yourself. That will be justice."
"No, I'll die first, and that will be mercy."
Saturday, July 20, 2024
Run OF DeMILLE_Chapter Two of The Girl With Silver Eyes
He hears some of the implications. But he doesn't hear the obvious meaning. It is the occupational hazard of being a movie director."
- Lucas to Major General William Donovan
Turning the corner
That's what Lucas called it when a child. If he desperately wanted to go some place he had already been,
he would reach inside himself, picture the place, and shift his thoughts ... and he would be there.
It was not easy by any means, more like forcing a reluctant antique car into third gear.
A damned nuisance is what his Basque mother called it.
And it scared her to death.
The villagers in Wyoming called her Sorginak ... and witch is the closest thing in English for that term ...
but it was close only as the moon is close to the earth.
She had been a fierce, wild woman and to see her frightened had shaken the little boy.
Lucas still felt her fingers as they had dug into his shoulders as she shook him.
"Never!
Never do this again. I am allowed to live for I am useful. This thing you can do comes from your father, and they will kill the both of us if they find out you can do it."
And he never had ... as long as she lived.
His only regret was that Sheriff Danvers' death agonies had ended so quickly.
A woman's voice snapped behind him. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Lucas grimaced.
That was the drawback about "turning the corner." You couldn't peek around it before you did.
Tuesday, July 16, 2024
The Girl with Silver Eyes
"He knew his measure and the full measure of the person he longed to be."
- Major General William "Wild Bill" Donovan of his enigmatic O.S.S. operative who went by only one name, "Lucas."
Donovan appraised the prisoner with cold eyes and gestured for the M.P.'s to leave his office.
As soon as the door closed, the man casually tossed the handcuffs on Donovan's desk.
"They chaffed my wrists."
Donovan remembered one of Lucas' legends,
(an alias lived long enough that a cursory examination would be fooled)
was that of a stage magician.
"You're AWOL, out of uniform, and your hair is not regulation."
"Your sin is greater. You killed Henderson."
"I gave her a graduation assignment that is all. She died attempting it. The O.S.S. is not for girl scouts."
"And I attended her funeral. Sadly, it was held in Wyoming ... a state where I am still wanted for the murder of Sheriff Danvers. So I had to go incognito."
Donovan tapped a manila folder.
"It says here you were cleared ... that Danvers hanged himself after writing a confession for your mother's murder."
Lucas shrugged. "The governor was friends with the sheriff and knew Danvers would gleefully get into everything ... except a coffin."
Lucas flashed a papercut smile.
"So there is an unofficial 'Shoot On Sight' order on me. I prefer not to be unofficially dead hence my showing up as Eric Strauss, famed magician."
"Are you saying the sheriff was assisted in his hanging?"
"Of course."
Donovan stiffened, and Lucas continued. "Gravity."
Donovan sensed a calm, pent-up violence in the man ... much like the eye of a hurricane which heralded terrible destruction to come.
Donovan had seen Lucas, upon entering, coolly assess the entire office and all it contained ... even himself.
It unsettled him, and it goaded him to uncharacteristically ask a needless question.
"What do you think of my office, Captain Lucas?"
Lucas' eyes flicked over the walls lined with yellowed photos of dead comrades, old mentors, and faded medals awarded for forgotten deeds of valor.
The walls, dense with the past, formed a sad kind of insulation against the present world and all its dangers.
He kept all that to himself and instead said, "The past fills this room like a tide of whispers."
Donovan growled, more mad at himself than at the captain, "Rather melodramatic."
"I do not apologize for the way I think, sir."
"The shrinks say you are sociopathic."
Lucas shrugged. "Psychiatry is in its infancy. But I do admit my moral compass usually points to self-interest."
"Then, why attend Henderson's funeral? The coffin was empty."
"But it represented my only friend."
Lucas ironed his face with a palm.
"Integrity is not a conditional word. It doesn't blow in the wind. You do what you feel is right, or you're a weather vane."
"The doctors say you don't feel."
"Don't trust doctors who go by the book, Major-General. One day, you may end up dead due to a misprint."
Donovan looked off into the distance, seeing things Lucas was just as happy not knowing, then gruffed, "You want revenge for her murder?"
"No. It won't bring her back."
"Too bad. Your graduation assignment is to finish hers. Find the girl with silver eyes."
"Where do I start?"
"Where else? Hollywood, the land of false fronts, empty dreams, and emptier souls."
"Now, who's being melodramatic? And could you be a bit more specific? Where in Hollywood?"
"Her last communication was that she was going to burgle the office of director, Cecil B. DeMille ... then nothing."
"Speaking of nothing ...."
Donovan blinked twice. Lucas had simply vanished.
No smoke of flash powder. No glare of mirror. He had simply disappeared.
A coldness took him bone-deep. The perfect cover for a true magician would be to pose as a fake one.
What had he just unleashed upon Hollywood?
Monday, July 15, 2024
THERE ARE MOMENTS THAT TRANSCEND POLITICS
Thursday, July 4, 2024
I WAS ASKED TO WRITE A FRIEND'S OBITUARY
It was quite the challenge since I knew he would be reading it before going into major surgery.
I may let you visitors read it if I can get his permission ... he survived with flying colors ... black and blue.
I write of this since when I tried to comment on C. Lee McKenzie's substack page today, I had to go through a dizzying gauntlet of questions ...
I was asked to give a short bio of myself ... 250 words or less ...
My first was rejected ... too long, so rather than let it go to waste, here it is ...
“One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality.”
- Albert Einstein
Most writers are curious by nature. We look at the world around us
and wonder at it.
Who are these people? What are we all doing here? Where are we
heading? Why do we do the things we do? How will we achieve our goals?
Who am I? I am what I do. I
write of hearts in conflict with themselves in a world we little understand.
Who am I? I am a seeker.
WHAT WOULD YOU WRITE AS A SHORT BIO?
Tuesday, July 2, 2024
REASONS TO BLOG ... even if no one is reading _ IWSG Post
Your number of visitors may tumble. Don't worry.
What possible reasons could there be for blogging if no one is reading?
1.) SEARCH ENGINE BENEFITS
This may be the most obvious benefit of blogging.
Search engines give preference to websites that have fresh, relevant content.
Hubspot research shows that updated blogs get 55% more traffic than blogs with old posts —
even if there are no readers!
2.) INFINITE SEARCH ENGINE
Your content keeps working for you month after month!
I research my most often visited posts. Many of them are years old. Some are from last week when I was sure no one was visiting.
People Google all manner of subjects.
Who knows when someone will be looking up something you wrote a post on?
We work hard to gain followers. Me, I am on my 16th year. My followers are my friends.
To lose one would hurt.
It is often harder for people to remember to visit if you change addresses ...
Sometimes that one extra step to visit costs you a frequent visitor.
Why take that chance?
A thought:
Several of my friends have switched from blogger to Wordpress, thinking their old posts would always be there on Blogger.
Not so.
Now, their addresses have been given to food and fashion blogs. Two of them in languages I cannot read.
I work hard on each of my posts.
They are my cyber-diary entries.
To think all that effort and creativity would evaporate into nothingness feathers the insides of my chest with icy wings.
Just something to keep in mind.
If you write interesting posts, readers will glance at your sidebar
and perhaps decide to take a chance on one of your books ...
even if you never mention them in the post.
4.) YOUR CONTENT ENGINE
Your investment in a consistent stream of quality content
can be leveraged in many ways to support a content marketing strategy.
I use links from blog posts in some of my comments on other blogs with posts that relate to them.
They may garner visits. They may not.
But links provide the possibility of more visitors, right?
5.) PR
A constant stream of new posts will encourage old readers to drop in after a time to see what new things you are talking about.
Should an old or a new visitor speak of your post on their blog or web site,
you have an opportunity to garner a new audience for your work.
6.) NOT EVERYONE Does Social Media
You provide new content for those lonely Non-Social Media souls looking for something new to read.
Your blog may be stumbled upon by someone who hears of you from a link or from an email.
7.) YOU MAINTAIN THE HABIT and KEEP THE DREAM ALIVE.
Get out of the habit of steadily writing new posts,
and Life will find a way to fill in that vacuum of time.
You may find yourself without new content for weeks after July --
especially with December Madness looming over the horizon.