Something About a House – III: Dinner


They found a restaurant just inside of town. A family diner with an unfamiliar name and a full parking lot. Zebra went inside to wait for a table, leaving Katters standing by the car and smoking her fourth cigarette since they’d left the house.

She’d finally calmed down. Settled into a moody silence. But there was no telling how she’d react when they went back.
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State of the Rabbit: May ’18

Hi! It’s May! Something happened to April! I don’t know what, exactly, I just turned my back on it for one second and then it was gone. And I guess it’s just gone forever, now, because as we all know: time is marching on, and time is still marching on.

So, due to a number of both technical and personal difficulties, I didn’t get a whole lot done creatively over the last month. The technical difficulties have now been cleared up, in a manner of speaking, so I should definitely be able to get back to business. I know I essentially said the same thing like two months ago and that didn’t pan out, but this time I mean it.

Anyway. Let’s look at that list — expect two chapters of something from it, posted by the end of the month. As always, if there’s something in particular you’d like to see, feel free to tell me and I’ll poke at it — just for you!

The List of Things What Need Writing:

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State of the Rabbit: February ’18

Last month, I made progress on Swap and Scary Stories to Tell in Snowtown. As mentioned in the previous update, I’m in the middle of moving house (it is a long process), so things have been and will continue to be hectic until that’s done. I expect to be able to focus on things again by March, but you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and meks. I appreciate everyone’s patience in the meantime!

The List of Things What Need Writing:

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Something About a House – II: Mercy


Leaving the house was cheating. Not technically — there were no actual rules to mercy, except that you stopped trying to kill your opponent when they cried “mercy” — but if Zebra had found Katters out here, sitting on the hood of the car, he would have cried “foul” first. And he knew she would have done the same, if she’d found him.

But cheating is only cheating if you get caught.

He sat on the hood of their rented, puke-green four-door and stared up at the house. In the interest of not getting caught, he needed to kill time until he was sure she was far away from the foyer, so she wouldn’t see him sneak back inside.

He did like the house. He almost wanted to keep it, but it would never be worth the hassle or the expense of owning a second home in a different country. It was too far away to be convenient, too close to be exotic.

But what he really wanted was to know why it was his now, in the first place.

It wasn’t a mystery why Great-Uncle Anthony hadn’t left it to any of his many, more-deserving relatives. Great-Uncle Anthony was even more of a black sheep than Zebra was, and had been pushed away from the family when Zebra was very young. But that was just it. Zebra barely remembered the man. He had never been invited to the house for a holiday, had no fond memories of bonding with his great-uncle over whatever it was people did for fun in Bayhedge. Had no fond memories of his great-uncle at all.

Why had the house been left to anyone? Why hadn’t Great-Uncle Anthony died in as much familial obscurity as he had lived, and let the house go to the bank, or whatever friends he’d gathered in his old age?

It was time to go back inside. If he waited too long, Katters would loop back around to the foyer, and he’d be stuck out there until she went back upstairs again. And his butt was getting cold.

He slid down from the hood of the car, dusted off the seat of his slacks, and crept up the porch steps. He kept his hand in his pocket, on the derringer he’d stolen from Katters’ luggage. Continue reading