Reginald had a Crystal Ball’s worth of dreams. In the midst of this unhappy but hopefully heading to a crescendo of a happy ending, it may be the first time I was saddened to think of a final resting place for Volkswagen Beetles, but you made it sweet and lovely
“…Volkswagen Beetles, they were parked with their headlights facing the sea.”
I think the Sleepmobile is heading towards a grand finale of her final performance of a lifetime.
A crystal ball's worth of dreams...yes! And the line, 'I've hidden something from myself and cant find it'...I am hoping that he finally does find it... Coach Phineas all grown up, throwing juice boxes from the dug out...some comic relief! Adam, thx for this story...it's honestly a bright light that I look forward to 😊
Not to make this about me, but a missing rear plate feels a lot like not knowing one’s paternity. May the DMV finally deliver UU and her loyal companion a sense of belonging in this world.
Reginald’s gloom is illuminated. In slow motion, like a knuckleball balloon float. It crackles with color, movement, and absurdity. The brighter the world around him, the starker his isolation.
Reginald had a Crystal Ball’s worth of dreams. In the midst of this unhappy but hopefully heading to a crescendo of a happy ending, it may be the first time I was saddened to think of a final resting place for Volkswagen Beetles, but you made it sweet and lovely
“…Volkswagen Beetles, they were parked with their headlights facing the sea.”
I think the Sleepmobile is heading towards a grand finale of her final performance of a lifetime.
If it ends in the wrong kind of tears you can cancel your subscription. 😊
It’s my favourite fiction on Substack. End of.
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A crystal ball's worth of dreams...yes! And the line, 'I've hidden something from myself and cant find it'...I am hoping that he finally does find it... Coach Phineas all grown up, throwing juice boxes from the dug out...some comic relief! Adam, thx for this story...it's honestly a bright light that I look forward to 😊
Thank you for coming along for the ride. More juice ahead.
Your taking away the suspense. I didn’t read that 🙈
It’s pretty safe to say you can’t guess the ending.
Not to make this about me, but a missing rear plate feels a lot like not knowing one’s paternity. May the DMV finally deliver UU and her loyal companion a sense of belonging in this world.
It can be a little bit all about you. There's room in the car.
Reginald’s gloom is illuminated. In slow motion, like a knuckleball balloon float. It crackles with color, movement, and absurdity. The brighter the world around him, the starker his isolation.
You called it. 😊
The proud lion, the little creak at the end...these details are really making this novella come alive.
Thank you Kathleen.