Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: An Execution With a Dull Blade Under Charcoal Skies at Breakfast

I think I've said I was never fan of writing shorts, but there is satisfaction to be found in subtle scene building. It's this art of minutiae that bridges the gap between dialogue and setting. Anyone can do dialogue - he said, she said, he replied, she admitted, they queried, it pondered - but it … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: An Execution With a Dull Blade Under Charcoal Skies at Breakfast

Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Gone to Visit the In-Laws

Gathering speed, Professor Travers ran down the long hill towards the crash site, his white lab coat billowing out behind him like a superhero's cape. Before him, a large plume of acrid smoke was already rising into the air. The chances of the crash being witnessed by humans in a 20-mile radius were high. As … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Gone to Visit the In-Laws

Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Nostril Mining on Titan

As Wayne stood in the methane downpour, his mind was diverted from the logical queries that should have been forming in his brain. He should have been freezing and gasping for air as he stood naked on the surface of Titan.  Instead, he was assaulted with a powerful yet illogical urge to find the rest … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Nostril Mining on Titan

Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Bon Voyage

With her stuffed bear pressed forcefully against the thick glass as a witness, the little girl watched the accident from the safety of the observation deck. The massive freightliner drifted slowly away from the orbital station, taking an assortment of dock men and droids with it, all helplessly waving their appendages in terror, in shock, … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Bon Voyage

Day Twenty-Eight – A Message Written in Mustard Beneath a Park Bench in a Secluded Spot Near the Lake Where Maddie Gantt Found the Possum With the Eye Infection

  If you were to find yourself so inclined to dive into that mirror, you would likely find me halfway through that diamond maelstrom, regarding you with disdain from some reflective abode - perhaps a corner of shattered glass, an edge, a wink of light among thousands. That's what you want, and you know it … Continue reading Day Twenty-Eight – A Message Written in Mustard Beneath a Park Bench in a Secluded Spot Near the Lake Where Maddie Gantt Found the Possum With the Eye Infection