Interlude

The rain, forecast yesterday but driven by gales which had arrived overnight, had blown most of the leaves out of sight along with the remains of the summer. It was autumn now and the water table was rising, turning the dips in the fields into pools of marshland where tufts of couch grass reached up through the water like drowning fingers waving in the wind. He found a dry place to sit on a mound between the roots under a tree at the edge of the field. His head was like sheet music, the black notes and beats formed a rhythm that was interrupted only by a string of birdsong that unravelled across the morning as the clouds swept past. He had no idea where the tune had come from – the composition had its own agenda – and the chords struck a new key, one locked away in a layer of his subconscious that he didn’t visit very often. He closed his eyes and as the gales returned a fresh refrain blew in across the fields.

© Diane Becker 2008/09

My Latex Husband

It didn’t take long – precisely two days on Twitter and now I’m writing on it. My Latex Husband is an experimental flash novel which I’m publishing in 140 character updates. I’ve posted the first three updates [reproduced below].

To follow the story, link to http://twitter.com/mylatexhusband.

My Latex Husband

The first week didn’t bother me – quite the opposite – it was fun. But when he started bouncing off the walls I had to admit he had a problem.

We were still together then.  You know – family ties, emotional stuff. We were as strung out as telephone wires and just as crossed.

Something had to snap. Unfortunate it had to happen in a bar. Later he blamed it on the yellow walls and ultraviolet lighting in the toilets.

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The only downside is that on Twitter, you have to read it from the bottom up, as the updates are posted, but you soon get used to it. When I’ve finished it I’ll try to get it published the right way up!