March 25, 2008

solitary bees, 6

The house is old, on a hill, ship-lap walls, two stories. He makes grilled cheese sandwiches for her. Tomato soup. Occasionally he will draw a bath, sitting outside in the hall while she bathes. The phone will ring, but it is usually someone calling for his parents, or a telemarketer. They take walks together through the fields so that he can explain himself to her.

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  1. Daryl Scroggins on March 25th, 2008 at 2:58 pm

    Deron: every new bit makes me long more for the next. I love these people, this situation. I am amazed at how much you can hold in the margins–much of it being actions not taken, and responses saved, tasted before the pit appears.

  2. Deron Bauman on March 25th, 2008 at 3:01 pm

    thank you, Daryl!

    I got nervous after I started posting them because of the vulnerability inherent in exposing the process of editing something and because I didn’t want to overrun the site.

    I guess I’m still trying to get a handle on both aspects of this.

    any comments would be appreciated.

  3. Brandon Hobson on March 25th, 2008 at 3:18 pm

    Enjoying this so far. What does the title reference specifically?

  4. Deron Bauman on March 25th, 2008 at 3:24 pm

    in the third installment he reads from a field guide on insects to her a paragraph on solitary bees. there’s more, but that’s the genesis.

  5. Michael Smith on March 25th, 2008 at 5:08 pm

    more please.

    I’m enjoying this quite a bit.

    It reminds me a little bit of what my old roommate said once, “Sports Center In Game is like a prize inside a prize.”

    solitary bees is my extra prize inside clusterflock.

  6. Deron Bauman on March 25th, 2008 at 5:12 pm

    thank you, Michael. that is very sweet.

  7. Rick Neece on March 25th, 2008 at 5:20 pm

    The dreamy quality is exquisite.

    More. Please?

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