All in Fiction

Anne stayed with him that night at the hospital. She listened and tried to understand what was going on in his head. She could make out a few words and fragments of sentences. Sometimes he would say something whole. He seemed to be in another time and place.

Rob pulled the DeSoto into the JulieCab yard and left it running.
He handed the fare envelope & clipboard to Julie and said goodnight. Julie was closing down. Her younger sister, Mary, had already started daytime dispatching.

Perfidy lied to Ploughboy. She told him he was handsome. She said he was the best tiller in all of Foggyshire. She said her heart beat faster whenever he with her. Ploughboy flushed with joy at her words. He walked away enchanted by her sweet praise.

Alright. Alight. Alright. Welcome friends, welcome. This is What’s Up radio broadcasting from big, beautiful, clear-channel WALTZ.
I’m Tuck Avery, and by my side, Buzz Belton, the brother I never wanted.
We wanna know what Liberty means
to you.

Welcome, welcome, welcome. This is What’s Up radio broadcasting from big, beautiful clear-channel WALTZ. I’m Tuck Avery. My co-conspirator is Buzz Belton. We wanna know what you think about friends. We all have friends: good friends; disappointing friends. friends we didn’t know we had; all kinds of friends.

Every thought that passed through Nub’s head came in the form of what we would now call virtual reenactments, something like videos with smells, sounds, and feelings. They were memories, but not in the usual understanding of the word.