Paul Enns Wiebe
Komos Books
  • Home
  • Novels
  • Biography
  • Reviews
  • Contact
  • Blog

from Sacred Books & Sky Hooks

5/9/2019

0 Comments

 
​Just after I finished Brodie’s chapter on Joseph’s final departure from Kirtland, my cell belted out the first bar of the National Anthem. Hoping but no longer expecting it would be Alcina, I answered. 

“Tonight. Same place. Eight,” a female voice said softly and hung up.

That night at eight I was sitting at my small table in the Heretic Lounge when Alcina entered, wearing a dark brown wig and dark glasses and carrying a posh purse instead of her laptop. Looking around furtively, she slithered into the seat across from me and admonished me for looking at her “like that.”

“It’s me,” she said in a low voice. “Let’s keep it quiet.”

Just as I was preparing to insert a quip into the conversation, the barmaid appeared and tapped a pencil on my ready tab.

​“Two Latter Days,” I ordered.

“That’s all?” the lady wanted to know.

​“That’s it,” I said and, as she left, turned to Alcina. “Maybe we should go over to my place.” Before she could answer, I wrote down my address, slipped it to her across the table under a napkin, got up, and left for home.
0 Comments



Leave a Reply.

    Picture

    Paul Enns Wiebe perpetually asks himself, "What do I want to write when I grow up?"

    Archives

    March 2022
    January 2022
    November 2021
    October 2021
    September 2021
    July 2021
    January 2021
    November 2020
    October 2020
    September 2020
    August 2020
    July 2020
    June 2020
    May 2020
    April 2020
    March 2020
    January 2020
    December 2019
    November 2019
    October 2019
    September 2019
    August 2019
    July 2019
    June 2019
    May 2019
    April 2019
    March 2019
    February 2019
    January 2019
    December 2018
    November 2018
    October 2018
    September 2018
    August 2018
    July 2018
    June 2018

    Categories

    All

    RSS Feed