It was the best of times, . . .
That’s one way to start a tale. Another way is:
Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnum villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly.
Having endured the 4th of July gaudy bombs bursting until twelve thirty last night, I had searched the web for distractors – short stories. Several have stood the test of time (and meet the criteria of copy rights), meaning that they could be published without fear.u
I was impressed with the simplicity of the writing. I mean, really. The writers were known, mostly, but the respect their works garnered when the writing was done, looking back from the now times just enhanced the feeling of the simplicity and directness of their prose.
I had to read a couple of stories before I stopped jumping to the conclusion of where the story was trying to lead me – which has always been a reading fault of mine and one which has spoilt more than one book for me.
The partial quote above came from Monkey’s Paw, W.W. Jacobs, circa 1902. It is one the http://americanliterature.com/ site.
As yesterday was a fine day and I did little, today is going to be the BBQ ribs day. According to the MSN the best day to shop for groceries is . . . Mmm, when I’m not hungry. So I suppose Monday is going to be a good day.
And the best day to to do Facebook and Tweet is Sunday, so I’ll have time to BBQ.
From the reaches,