StradivariusEarl Jancth was a soldier. In 1942, while getting his socks wet in the trenches, his house was bulldozed to make way for the Plattsburgh Air Force Base. He was fond of the house, and it seemed fond of him. His store on the ground floor kept him out of trouble well into his twenties.
It kept his friend Thomas Finn out of trouble for a while too, before he joined a greaser gang with Earl's cousin, Walt. They kept their hair slicked back with vanilla pomade, and Walt kept a switchblade in his jacket that he once used to dissuade Earl from calling the authorities. This was after Walt had broken into Mr. Berringer's house. Walt had also dissuaded Mr. Berringer from remaining among the living. In his haste, Walt had only succeeded in liberating a few volumes of Mr. Berringer's print of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, volumes S, T-U, and V-W.
Earl and Thomas each had a peculiar fascination with classical music, markedly the works of Vivaldi. As a result, Earl had a violin, longsince packed away
A SpiritA Spirit
M. M. Gorman
James found the door to the flat of his former roommate. There was a convex mirror in the hall, the kind you find up in corners at supermarkets, and he looked himself over.
He was reluctant to take this job, but he was broke. One project for his old roommate could give his career a shiny new makeover. He finally straightened his posture and turned to press the doorbell key.
The door opened promptly, and James was lost for words. His eyes widened at the creature before him.
"Hello, Mr. Caraway. Welcome," said the woman over the threshold.
James came to his senses, noting quickly that something was off. The woman, who wore the face of a goddess, was something different. From her eyes down her cheeks, as if carved by tears, were lines, and exposed, the anatomy of her neck and joints were comprised of sleek metal parts.
"Are you coming in?" the woman asked James, raising an eyebrow.
James obliged, fitting his portfolio case past her. The room was bright, lit by the wa