Wow…I need to start posting more than just snark! I’m hoping to have news on a particular submission soon. I had a dream last night that the editor loved it but declined anyhow. Hoping for better news than that.
Anyhow…Marie Sexton’s Saturday Snark continues, and I haven’t run out of passages yet.
Matty and Iris this time:
Matty stepped across the north entrance of the Bazaar where Main Street blacktop met the patched cobblestone of George Mason Street. Iris caught him looking up at the ancient architecture that sat between Aventine’s towers of glass and steel and commented that the view was beautiful at night.
“When I was a child, my mother told me that this place was dangerous. Later, my father told me that it would not become us to be seen here.”
“They are duly cautious.”
He shook his head. “Convenient excuses.”
“Old books.” He looked at the vendor selling used books just inside the Bazaar and counted three more vendors before the first intersection with bookshelves. “I think they feared if I ever came in here, they’d never get me back out.”
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