15 Days of Harveys Day 9 – Jack Pentire’s “Time will say Nothing”

Time will say Nothing

by Jack Pentire

 
They dragged her in through the door from the bright sunlit square outside the courtroom. She was small and stick thin, and she looked almost delicate, held as she was between the two burly jailors, They hauled her backwards as the custom was, so that she could not make eye contact with her accusers. The two men paced themselves just fast enough to prevent her from keeping up, and her heels dragged, creating two shallow tracks in the dust. The building was old and high vaulted with a hammer-beam roof that dated from the days of the tithe barn system when the local church had had greater influence over village life.

The above is from Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 8 (the famous “No Dragons” issue). You can read the rest of Jack Pentire’s Time will say Nothing along with several other amazing stories between its captivating covers (and we both hope you do!)

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15 Days of Harveys Day 8 – Muriel “iPad” Blythman’s “Ye Olde Ship Inn”

Ye Olde Ship Inn

by Muriel “iPad” Blythman

 
Crossing over the bridge, the storm was growing in volume, the harbour lights shrouding the dark shadows of fishing trawlers, beginning to heave in the turbulent water, lights swaying to and fro from high in the riggings. I was in Whitby to run a full day of training for Health and Safety, First Aid at Work. The group, all advanced First Aiders included four fishermen, three police officers, two council staff and two managers of a packing factory, all to update and renew their certificates.
I had stayed in a local hotel overnight, due to the inclement weather, distance and early start of the Training Day. The venue was a small community hall which I had used before, situated below the 199 steps leading up to St Mary’s Church which, this morning, was shrouded in a dark cold mist. The gloomy hall matched the weather outside, freezing cold, even the electric heaters did not seem to take the chill off the room. The morning was to start at 9.00am, however, at 9.15am all the group had not turned up. As yet, two police officers were missing. The police officer who had arrived stated that his two colleagues were on their way but had been detained by an incident on the moor road. Two of the trawlermen had also not turned up.

The above is from Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 8 (the famous “No Dragons” issue). You can read the rest of Muriel “iPad” Blytheman’s Ye Olde Ship Inn along with several other amazing stories between its captivating covers (and we both hope you do!)

Have you been Harveyed?

The kind, wise, and wonderful folks at Sixth Element Publishing included four of my flash pieces in Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 8 and I’m repaying that kindness by showcasing the opening from each author’s work for the next few weeks.

 
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Next up, a taste of Jack Pentire’s Time will say Nothing.

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Recovery Triptych: The Stone in God’s Sling

Recap from Recovery Triptych: The EchoRecovery Triptych took shape 9 Feb 1990. Originally I conceived only the first section, The Echo. I shared it with a critique group and was told I shouldn’t submit anything to the group containing such vulgarity and violence (see Writers Groups – Critiquing Methods – Ruled to Death, third bullet). I remember thinking at the time, “You think this has vulgarity and violence? You’ve had a protected life, huh?”

The triptych’s three parts are:

  1. The Echo
  2. Welcome to My Sandbox
  3. The Stone in God’s Sling

Here for the first time in slightly over thirty years, starting two Mondays ago and concluding here, Recovery Triptych.

It is precisely because a child’s feelings are so strong that they cannot be repressed without serious consequences. The stronger a prisoner is, the thicker the prison walls have to be, which impede or completely prevent later emotional growth.
– Alice Miller, The Drama of the Gifted Child

The Stone in God’s Sling

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15 Days of Harveys Day 7 – Davia Sack’s “The Curse of Beauty”

The Curse of Beauty

by Davia Sacks

 
Catherine was beautiful. Perfect face. Perfect features.Perfect bone structure. A nose no surgeon could ever hope to duplicate. Large, wide eyes framed by long, thick eyelashes. High cheekbones. Full lush lips. Young and vibrant, she was about to break into modelling. The heads of the agency said they were very impressed with her look. Catherine thanked them, and walked out into the early autumn sunshine, confident that she had found an agency to represent her.
Almost giddy, she decided that, on such a beautiful day, she would walk to her next appointment. She was completely unaware of the man in the dark grey van, watching her.

The above is from Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 8 (the famous “No Dragons” issue). You can read the rest of Davia Sacks’s The Curse of Beauty along with several other amazing stories between its captivating covers (and we both hope you do!)

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Have you been Harveyed?

The kind, wise, and wonderful folks at Sixth Element Publishing included four of my flash pieces in Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 8 and I’m repaying that kindness by showcasing the opening from each author’s work for the next few weeks.

 
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Next up, a taste of Muriel “iPad” Blytheman’s Ye Olde Ship Inn.

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15 Days of Harveys Day 6 – Crysta Coburn’s “Smoke”

Smoke

by Crysta Coburn

 
“My father fought in Crimea. He built the beasts of the air that won it for us.”
Viktor pulled off his boots and tossed them across the floor of the little cafe alcove, then leaned back against the plush velvet settee, arms folded behind his pale, clammy neck. He watched for a moment as the young woman seated before him at the low, round table quietly went about her business of filling the brass base of the hookah with water, then inserting the shaft, and so on. A small fire burned in a brazier on the table to cook the small coals.

The above is from Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 8 (the famous “No Dragons” issue). You can read the rest of Crysta Coburn’s Smoke along with several other amazing stories between its captivating covers (and we both hope you do!)

Have you been Harveyed?

The kind, wise, and wonderful folks at Sixth Element Publishing included four of my flash pieces in Harvey Duckman Presents Volume 8 and I’m repaying that kindness by showcasing the opening from each author’s work for the next few weeks.

 
Read

Next up, a taste of Davia Sack’s The Curse of Beauty.

Enjoy!