Time keeps slipping through my fingers. There’s only one week left in July, and there’s so much I have to do before August 1! Heavy heaving sigh. There’s nothing else for me to do but gear up, buckle down, and get to work.
In other exciting news, the Bouchercon program was announced and I have three, yes, three, panels this year! Such a bounty of riches!
They are all on Friday, September 7, and first up, at noon is:
A Nooner–The Sex Panel
Helen Smith (M)
Then, at three:
Anthony Nominated Paperback Originals
Greg Herren (M)
Lori Rader Day
and then, last but not least, at 4:
The Rainbow Connection–LGBTQ Inclusivity
Terri Bischoff (M)
Kelly J. Ford
All I know for sure is I will be ready for a drink at five.
Today’s story for the Short Story Project is “Witch War” by Richard Matheson, from The Best of Richard Matheson:
Seven pretty little girls sitting in a row. Outside, night, pouring rain–war weather. Inside, toasty warm. Seven overalled little girls chatting. Plaque on the wall saying: P.G. CENTER.
Sky cleaning its throat with thunder, picking up and dropping lint lightning from immeasurable shoulders. Rain hushing the world, bowing the trees, pocking earth. Square building, low, with one wall plastic.
Inside, the buzzing talk of seven pretty little girls.
“So I say to him–‘don’t give me that, Mr. High and Mighty.’ So he says, ‘Oh yeah?’ And I say, ‘Yeah!'”
“Honest, will I ever be glad when this thing’s over. I saw the cutest hat on my last furlough. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to wear it!”
“You too? Don’t I know it! You just can’t get your hair right. Not in this weather. Why don’t they let us get rid of it?”
“Men! They make me sick.”
Seven gestures, seven postures, seven laughters ringing thin beneath thunder. Teeth showing in girl giggles. Hands tireless, painting pictures in the air.
This is a story that leaves you wanting a lot more. Those seven girls? They are the entire military might of whatever side they are fighting for, and as the story progresses their gossip and chatting about clothes and make-up and the things girls theoretically talk about when they are in groups is interrupted because the enemy is launching an attack, and the girls go to work….and then go back to their gossiping and chatting once the battle is over and the enemy annihilated. Very reminiscent of Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card, I also think this would have made a terrific novel; the story really leaves you wanting more.
And now back to the spice mines.