Max Anthony Sphere is My Brother (part 4 of 4)

He drove home that evening, discomfited by the slow crawl of the traffic, and upon negotiating the final turn, he saw his house, an unattractive motley of reddish brown bricks, set against a valueless sky. Giselle’s car was parked, impeccably, and the setting sun had already descended onto the hood, a tawny mirror that struggled to outshine his fatigue.

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14 Comments

  1. That was a surprise ending! Good ole boys- Max and John. Complete opposites.Giselee came across (to me as a b—-.). Very nice writing.

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    • And so ends my second story. Who knows if I will continue my ambitous pattern of writing a story every twenty years, but I’m in any case glad you enjoyed it. Of course, I wasn’t surprised by the ending because that was the idea in the first place–and I say this because many people write without knowing where the road will lead. Which methodology is best? I don’t know. It may take me another twenty years to figure that one out! Thanks for reading, Yvonne. I do appreciate it.

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      • You are very welcome. Now I will look forward to more Ariel antics and more outstanding pictures of the flora that lives near you or with you. As in what you have grown.

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  2. Yvonne, I may not yet be done mangling fiction just yet, but these things are highly unpredictable and I cannot guarantee anything (although given my enjoyment of penning self-deprecating pronouncements, I would be willing to wager there will be the occasional story, novella or novel ). You may count on Ariel and the occasional buttercup though.

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  3. I so relate to this story. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve “charged” on events to come that never came to pass. A beautifully written piece that really cuts to the heart of a human frailty and shortcoming that causes us so much unnecessary stress and harm.

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    • But i felt so bad since i remember you saying that you were anxious to meet the illustrious brother!

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  4. Seems I’m late for the party. And I have to go through the archive. All the same, I enjoyed this part, especially the insight to Gisele’s character. I look forward to reading a book (novella, novel) written by you someday.

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    • Next stop ‘Lilith’ (the recalcitrant story I was telling you about)–I think.

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  5. “What’s the heroic key?” he asked quizzically.
    “It’s A, no E…” said she, stumbling on her words.
    “E flat, my darling,” he said

    now that is exactly the type of details that make me hooked to a book (ask Mr. Mann! :-). and i mean that (even though i know you won’t believe me :-), as i am totally fascinated by that which i can’t understand – how can the life of such people be, which can exchange such mysterious replies in the most matter-of-fact-way, every day?

    i too have to go back to read it all again, as soon as my own bookish endevours HA come to a blessed end.

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    • Yes, but the discussion only makes sense if you are Beethoven, have perfect pitch, or are a finalist on Jeopary.

      You are writing a book! What about? Musicology in the post-capitalist West?

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  6. Talk about late to the party! I didn’t know Parts 1-3 existed, and now I’m so curious I must start from the beginning. Part 4 captured my interest – your writing wraps the reader around every word, in your most usual way. Wonderful to join this reading party.

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    • So I went back and started to go through your other postings and I see that I actually read Part 3, memory is puttering I’m afraid.

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      • Thanks again for going back to the start, Mary. I always feel that it’s such an imposition to have someone read anything that doesn’t, for the lack of a better way of putting it, mean anything. But you have proven yourself to be one of the exceptions, one of those willing to jump headforemost into uncertain waters, and for this I am genuinely grateful.

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  7. Well Ariel’s Prospero, it takes all but a minute or two and then of course time to consider the picture you leave us readers. But it has always been with great pleasure.

    I spend a limited amount of that precious commodity we call time on blogs I feel worth the effort. When a post hits 850+ words I leave it to the blogger to measure the readers time versus what they have written – does it merit someone cashing in their time to read the post? Some yes and I’ll go back for more, but others … yours is worth the trip.

    So Prospero enjoy the season, and I’m glad I found your blog – you infuse light and color to a sometimes indifferent and tonal world. We all look forward seeing Act 2 of Ariel being her mischievous best in the New Year! Mary

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