© Marie Marshall
Meanwhile back in New Orleans, Doctor Who visits Buddy Bolden.
Those 3 fragments do very well together .
They didn’t have any choice in the matter.
Excellent imagery, Marie. Urgent yet cozy. The inclusion of dialogue brings this to a higher dimension. And, of course, the last few lines make me think of Raymond Chandler.
Well, I did once write a parody of Chandler. It contained this:
‘… I stood up suddenly, and my head swam. My head was a better swimmer than I am – normally I can do the breast-stroke, but today my head was doing the Australian Crawl good enough to make the Olympics. I looked down. I was still in my suit, my shoes. My mouth tasted sour, like the night before prohibition. Meanwhile someone was knocking on my door like he wanted to take the whole wall out. I forced my eyes open, caught a glimpse of my reflection in glass of a cheap, framed eight-by-ten, and didn’t like what I saw….’
Ha ha! Have you heard of the infamous Bulwer-Lytton contest?
Check out this year’s winner (I’m dying of laughter): http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/2013win.html
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