Rob Angeli
Bio
sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt
There are tears of things, and mortal objects touch the mind.
-Virgil Aeneid I.462
Stories (161/0)
Pigeon Premonitions
It's all about set and setting: there was nothing abnormal about the scene to begin with. A café, spilling onto the sidewalk along with the sunshine, where you stop to have a beer and a croque-monsieur. Nothing more. You’re supposed to be on vacation, accordingly the living is slowed-down and paced easy.
By Rob Angeli12 months ago in Fiction
The Plan of the Duck Detectives
The plan was this: they would set up a secret spy network of superveillance (just the two of them at first, Sammy and Davey), deemed Duck Detectives in their thirst for intrigue and adventure. In Pebble-Creek Apartments, the path of walky-talky tattletale-isms was paved with the best of intentions to slake suburban boredom ‘cause the problem was this--juvenile delinquents chasing the poor ducks and geese, throwing stones at them, some even killing them for no reason. Some of these purple-traitors were not even kids, but somewhat grown-up—so they should know better. It was more than a game of duck-duck-goose, it was a mission. Pebble-Creek Apartment complex boasted a picturesque little pond on its grounds that seemed immense to the boys, where many ducks and geese would gather. There the trolls would start their trouble. So it was more than a wild-goose chase, it was a rescue mission. It was up to Sammy and Davey to protect the waterfowl of Pebble-Creek, especially in springtime when the goslings and ducklings had hatched and where fluffing themselves on the edge of the pond. So moving on with the plan which was to gather info through their growing network of spies they had introduced another kid into who had a pair of walky-talkies he brought to the cause. Of course they would need even more spy gadgets and other resources—but when at last the info gathered from their secret missions was amassed, they would go to the Office and make a full report to the Authorities, helping bring the purple-traitors to justice and prolly get medals or something. Unfortunately, Sammy said something the new kid took umbrage at and withdrew his support from the cause altogether, along with his pair of walky-talkies. It really cooked their goose: without resources, without all the spy gadgetry, with only the two of them, their secret spy network of superveillance and The Plan in general, fell apart. They moved on to other things, but always helped the ducks and geese when they could.
By Rob Angeli12 months ago in Fiction