My first introduction to the members - aside from joining some groups - was to post a picture of my desk with my mail art (which some of you receive) which is under construction.
The second is an enticing opening to a story, "Tethered" told in the first person by Nathan who is befriended by a novice in the convent who has some serious mental problems.
Tethered, a short story.
Finally, I have something different to tell you: this story about Marta. I will tell it quickly because I may not get the opportunity to write again. I have a small notebook in which to scribble – and hopefully I can smuggle it out.
I am here, caged, left alone and prepared to die. I have been in this jail cell for six days. It is cold and wretched. A hint of light comes in high on the concrete walls. The silence is disorienting. I keep from being restless by marking the incremental passage of time across the wall high above my head, and by scribbling these notes.
I am guilty. I have confessed. The police inspector knows the story – though he seems quite skeptical about the details. We will investigate and verify, he said. That’s reasonable. He rubbed his chin languorously while I talked, asking me occasionally to repeat things and commenting on my pallor. You look as if you need some sun, which I took for professional solicitousness. It is not likely that I will get much sun in here.
These sobering events have transpired within the year, yet I strain against the flicker of recall. Marta will not appreciate that I have confessed. I have only to wait for whatever is next.
if you want to read more you can pick the story at http://runningbears.wordpress.com/2/