FLASH FICTION: The Place

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I am a whale. An ­­old whale. It’s difficult to estimate, age. When you’ve lived so long. But I feel, I’m certain… That I must no longer be young.

We seek something, all of us. I seek. What I dream of finding … is the place. That ultimate place. Where whales, who have grown old, go. Where others, grown old, have gone before me.

The Algaen Sea. The name itself is peace. The Algaen Sea.

It is the best of all waters. Warm. Serene. Full of living and green things. The instant you feel its green waters on your flesh… You’re happy, it’s said. Serene. In an instant. And forever.

The location of this sea. That is the supreme mystery. For the ocean, though we know so many of its rooms, is palatial.

There are murmurs. Clues. But there are only these. Wuurun, an elder whale, told us, The door, between stone and stone. A lattice of waters. Then he left us, singing.

He never returned.

We seek. I seek. I will know my destination only when I reach it. When I feel the waters, the green waters, on my flesh. And I am serene, at last.

Singing the ancient song… I will find it.

 

                                                                        

Buy me a coffee.

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REVIEW: Transition

In addition to a couple of my flash fictions and a few cartoons, the new issue of Transition contains a nice review of my latest book, The Sea-Wave. Peruse it here.

Two Hearts: Update

Dear Readers:

“Two Hearts,” a flash fiction which first appeared on this blog, has been picked up by The Walrus. Read the revised story – and peruse the new illustration – right here.

If you enjoy the story, don’t be timid about letting The Walrus know via Twitter, Facebook, email (letters@thewalrus.ca) or all of the above 😉

As always, thanks for reading. Your interest keeps me going. That, and coffee…

Your Fictional Friend,

Rolli

FLASH FICTION: Blue Magnitude

What Happened to Sally

I love most kinds of music but I need jazz to live.

My favorite group is Blue Magnitude. When I’m depressed, when I’m more depressed than usual, I’ll put on Blue Magnitude, turn it up, and just close my eyes and listen without thinking for as long as I can. Because it’s only a matter of time before Mom will open the door and say “How can you listen to that depressing crap?” and turn it down or off, not realizing she’s turning me down or off, or not caring. Or she’ll put on some oldies instead and say, “Now that’s happiness,” but it’s like cheerleaders bearing a casket and the instant she leaves I throw the lid open and they tumble into the horizon.

Blue Magnitude is depressing but life is depressing and it’s the right kind of fabric to patch me up. It’s camouflage. When I listen to jazz, I disappear. I’m not suffering; I’m not there.

I listen to music every day. If I couldn’t…

I’d die.

                                                                                                           

Rolli’s latest collection, I Am Currently Working on a Novel, was longlisted for the Frank O’Connor International Short Story Award and shortlisted for the High Plains Book Award. 

The Authocalypse

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This week’s Walrus piece is a literary zombie story of sorts. ‘Tis the season. Read it here.

                                                                                                              

Rolli’s latest collection, I Am Currently Working on a Novel, was longlisted for the Frank O’Connor International Short Story Award and shortlisted for the High Plains Book Award. 

Cartoon/Review

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This week…

A new cartoon in the August edition of Reader’s Digest Canada, on newsstands now. You’ll like it.

Plus – a new review of my most recent story collection, I Am Currently Working On a Novel, in the StarPhoenix. Peruse it.