East Hampton Anomie

Colonel Whitestamp, wall flower exemplar

Between the bright swirls of summer dresses and endlessly ornate architectural details
Colonel Whitestamp could feel himself melting mercifully out of the party's flow and into the background.

Ronin Haggis

Dinna cross the Ronin Haggis, lad.

His name is a tremulous whisper on the lips of Hebrides housewives.
Tales of chance encounters keep lads close across moonlit moors.
He was indifferent to their fear.
The brash vitality that once made him the centerpiece of Christmas breakfast had long since cooled and hardened into something far less giving.


Dim superhero

Not too bright and a little creepy, his secret identity was of little interest to the townsfolk.

Late to the Party

The scent of mothballs arrives at the party.

Not that anyone gives a shit.

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