Writing as Art digs deeply into the literary, structural, and poetic devices that make writing an art form. Well, its supposed to at least. The excerpts and short fiction presented are chosen from a list of submissions sent by authors around the world. But that doesn’t mean the excerpts are artistic or even well written. You see, when I first started posting these excerpts, I provided running commentary demonstrating the authors artistic choices. I don’t do that anymore because my readers thought it was weird and hard to follow. So instead, I just post the excerpts that are sent to me and let my readers decide. Some are good. Some aren’t. Either way, let me know what you think in the comment section below the excerpt. Don’t feel like you need to hold any punches.
For this week, we have an excerpt from Jean Blasier’s novel Mirage. Check it out and let me know if its art or just cleverly written or just a bunch of crap.
The cab turned left off Sunset, past the Bel Air Hotel now emerging from the fog, its manicured lawn glistening with dew.
Lily put on her glasses and checked the directions again. “Are you sure this is the right road?” she asked the cab driver for the third time since they left the airport. And for the third time the cab driver responded, “Stone Canyon.”
Inside the mansion at 1520 Stone Canyon, Tim Michaels was looking out the front window, as nervous as his soon-to-arrive guest was excited.
“Dad, sit down. I’ll get you a cup of coffee.” Molly Michaels, Tim’s daughter-in-law, hated to see her father-in-law all wrought up about this woman who, after all, had invited herself to California.
“I don’t want any more coffee, sweetheart. Does this sweater make me look fat?”
“Did I ever show you a picture of Lily from grade school, Molly?”
“Yes, you did, dad. But that was a long time ago.”
“Thirty eight years. She moved to Pittsburgh after eighth grade and broke my heart.”
“Seems odd, doesn’t it? All these years and you never heard from her.”
“We moved to California and lost track of Lily.”
“Until last Saturday.”
“You could have knocked me over with a feather when that letter arrived telling me she was coming here.”
“How do you suppose she got your address?”
“I don’t know. Maybe one of those searches on the internet.”
Molly fluffed up one of the pillows on the sofa. “Did you ever try to find her with one of those searches?”
“Yeah, I did once, after Barbara died, but there was no trace of a Lily Spitzer who used to live in Sandusky, Ohio.” Tim picked up one of the chess pieces off the small table in front of the sofa, polished it on his sweater and returned it to the board.
It was the perfect time for Molly to say something she’d been wanting to say ever since she heard that this woman was planning to visit for an indeterminate stay. “I think you should be careful, dad. I mean, you don’t know anything about this woman.”
Tim looked out the window once more. He checked his watch. “You’re going to love Lily, Molly,” he said, ignoring his daughter-in-law’s counsel. “She was the life of every party.”
“I’m just saying, I can’t believe she invited herself indefinitely.”
“Just until she gets settled.”
“Did she say that?”
“She said she’s hoping to stay with me for a couple of days to look around. She’s never been to California.”
The cab pulled into the circular drive of the mansion and stopped at the front door. Lily and the cabbie had a few words about the fare before the driver got out, walked around and opened the rear passenger door. He picked up a scuffed, cardboard suitcase from the floor of the back seat and then helped Lily out.
While Lily stood there looking up at the brick and columned two story house, the driver walked up the three front steps and set the suitcase on the Carrara marble entry. The suitcase looked ridiculously out of place.
That’s it. Let me know what you think by commenting below. Oh and if you’re interested in the author, Jean Blasiar, she’s a playwright and author of the Emmy Budd mysteries. Check out her website: Jeanblasiar.com
October 13th, 2015 at 3:38 AM
Very intrigued! I like the descriptive language, I think she really paints a picture. Will look forward to reading more!
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October 13th, 2015 at 8:14 AM
I can see that. Thanks for your comment