Jazz Age Wednesdays ― Hullaba Lulu 8

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

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Valentino and Lulu doing the Lindy Hop, by Rob Goldstein

Welcome back to Jazz Age Wednesdays.  Today’s episode of Hullaba Lulu brings us to Chapter 8 of the series.  Rob Goldstein  is back with more gorgeous images and videos (Click here for the entire collection of videos.)  

A glimpse into my writing process 

Even though this is a diesel-punk fantasy, I try to add some real world tidbits for you.  Lulu seems to like to dance.  Early on she did a bit of the Camel Walk.  This time she’s doing an American dance which was born in Harlem, New York City in 1928 — the Lindy Hop.

This chapter has a bonus fourth thing.  I really try to stay true to the three things as they are sent. “Pittura Metafisica” was supposed to be one of the Chapter 7 things (last week), not “Bubblegum.” However, the scene I imagined for that artsy term was too long to fit into that chapter, so we have Pittura Metafisica in Chapter 8.  I didn’t want to leave a thing behind, so today there’s a fourth thing — Route 66.

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Valentino uses his trumpet to summon the train, by Rob Goldstein

Previously with Hullaba Lulu

Lauren vanished on the tilt-a-whirl.  Gramps tried to go after her, but Valentino restrained him. 

“You can’t reach her!  The tilt-a-whirl never goes to the same destination twice!” Valentino repeated.  “What if that wasn’t even Lauren?”

The ground trembled.  I heard a loud bang!  Behind us the giant Ferris wheel lurched.  The A-frame structures holding the wheel collapsed. 

The great wheel rolled inexorably toward us.. 

It’s time for Chapter 8.  I think I hear Valentino’s trumpet.

All aboard!

Hullaba Lulu

Chapter 8

Chanel No. 5, Pittura Metafisica, Videophone

and Route 66

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Lulu and Valentino as the Ferris wheel gets dangerously close to the train

The screech of twisting, tearing metal overwhelmed every other sound.  The great Ferris wheel, free of its frame rolled forward, crushing everything in its path.

In the distance I saw Tom Driberg running toward Valentino’s train.  The group of men in dark coats, the ones Tom told me were Russian spies, blocked his path.  Tom turned on his heel and made for the tilt-a-whirl.  In a flurry of lights, the ride came to life again, spinning impossibly fast, just as it had when Lauren vanished.  A moment later Tom was gone.

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Tom escapes on the tilt-a-whirl, by Rob Goldstein

The group of men didn’t see what happened.  They made a quick search of the ride’s cars and moved on.  I heard one of them say something about “a distraction.”  They turned away as if they heard something and then moved further into the park.

Movement caused me to look at the gilded fortuneteller booth.  Ask Sipsing was written in bright red script across the top.  Inside the window I saw a pair of knees.

Rose had prudently hidden inside the gypsy fortuneteller booth, folding herself up as well as she could.  As she squeezed out of the booth her purse caught on the latch and was pulled open.  I saw that it contained an expensive bottle of Chanel No. 5, complete with a ribbon and gift tag.  I would have bet anything the name on that tag was Tom Driberg.

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Pearl at the fortuneteller automaton, by Rob Goldstein

Valentino turned to the mechanical fortuneteller and commanded, “Deal the cards.  Keep dealing until I tell you to stop.”

I didn’t think automatons worked that way.  I started to tell him that you had to ask it a question.  However, sure enough, the “gypsy king” automaton started dealing the cards.

Beside the Wheel of Fortune, the automaton dealt the Tower and the Chariot.  Valentino nodded sharply.

“Sipsing, you can stop,” he muttered and the automaton stilled.  “Our chariot awaits,” he said calmly, as if there wasn’t a giant wheel headed toward us.  “We have to get back to the train.  This entire area has become unstable.”

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The Wheel of Fortune, the Gilded Tarot

The great Ferris wheel continued to careen through the amusement park.  As it neared the main gate, we hurried to the train.

Metallic clattering caused us to turn.  Dynamite and Boob-boom dragged the gypsy fortuneteller automaton ― still inside his booth ― to the train.  Valentino looked aghast.

“Dynamite, what in the Sam Hill are you two doing?” I asked.

“Miss, we could not leave Sipsing behind.  He is no ordinary automaton,” Dynamite drawled.

“Yes, Miss.  His casing is golden like an angel-bot.  Plus, he already had a name!” Boom-boom added as if that cleared up everything.

The train’s door closed behind me.  I watched through the small window as the huge wheel crashed through the main gate.  The amusement park sign split in half and the pieces sailed toward the train.  I ducked reflexively, but it didn’t seem to strike the train.

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Lulu and Valentino with chaos in the amusement part outside the train

Valentino’s trumpet played wildly.  The uninhibited notes wrapped around my consciousness, seeping into my soul.  I shivered as goosebumps appeared on my arms.  I looked out the window again and the great wheel was mere feet away.  There was no way the train could get out of its way in time.

Notes of a passionate refrain seemed to swirl from the loudspeakers.  I felt the ground tremble beneath the train.  In the distance some of the structures in the park collapsed.  The Ferris wheel came closer.  It looked like I could almost touch it if I were to lean out the window.

The trumpet’s notes flared to a crishindo.  The train abruptly lurched with such force that the motion knocked me to the floor.  All I could see beyond the window was a blur.

***

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Lulu, Valentino, and Pearl in the automat, by Rob Goldstein

The train sped along.  I didn’t know where we were headed.  My wits were scattered after everything that happened in Atlantic City, whichever Atlantic City it might have been.  Gramps retired to his sleeper car.  I figured my grandfather needed some privacy, so I asked Dynamite to check on him, instead of going myself.

Rose, Pearl, and I headed for the automat.  My pals said they weren’t hungry, but I talked them into going with me.  The passages in the train seemed different.  Pearl said she hadn’t noticed, but Rose agreed.  It seemed to make her nervous and she kept looking over her shoulder.

We entered a very long compartment that I had never seen before.  The entire length of the extended car was covered in murals done in a strange surreal style.  Intricately detailed vignettes were tied together by a dark line that went from one end to the other.  Closer inspection showed me the line was a road, with tiny highway signs denoting Route 66.

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Gramps and the angel-bots with examples of Valentino’s Pittura Metafisica

“What kind of art do you call this stuff?” I asked.  “It looks like some sort of zozzled dream, but I like it.  Horsefeathers, it’s so detailed!”

“That’s probably why you like it,” Pearl quipped.  “Speaking of which…” she added removing a flask from her garter.  “After all the scary stuff, I could use a jorum of skee.”

Attagirl,” I responded when she passed the flask to me.

“The style is known as Pittura Metafisica,” Valentino answered.

The enigmatic man stood in the shadows.  He held a paintbrush and palette.  I supposed the mural was his work.

Pearl offered him her flask and commented, “That sounds like Italian.”

“You are correct, Pearl,” he added but stopped short.  “Lulu, what are you doing?”

“It looks like I could walk right into the painting, just stroll into that bizarre dream,” I told him, mesmerized.  “It just moved!  I saw someone run down that street!”

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Valentino and angel-bots with painting, by Rob Goldstein

Hand outstretched, I stepped toward the painting.  Valentino dropped his art tools and lunged to put his hands around my waist, pulling me back.

“It looks like you could walk into it because sometimes you can walk into the painting.  You don’t want to do that.  It’s the most insanely dangerous thing anyone could do,” Valentino said heatedly.

His eyes bulged and a vein throbbed in his neck.  It was the first time I had seen Valentino rattled.

***

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Lulu in the train’s automat, by Rob Goldstein

Later, I swallowed the last bite of a hotdog as I left the automat.  My Mary-Jane shoes clicked on the floor as I did a rock-step-triple-step of the Lindy Hop.  I saw Valentino up ahead.  He didn’t see me because he was messing around with some whatchamacallit that was part of the train.

The big orthophonic Victrola in the train’s control room blared out “Toot, Toot, Tootsie! Good-bye.”  An angry look flashed across Valentino’s face.  He hurried into the control room and the music abruptly stopped in the middle of another toot.

Naturally I wanted to know what would make him mad like that, so I quietly followed him into the room.  I stopped in the shadows just inside the door.

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Lulu and Valentino in the train’s control room, by Rob Goldstein

Valentino opened what looked like a large brass compact.  It was about the size of a dinner plate.

“You!  Haven’t you made enough trouble?  What do you want?” he spoke to the big compact.

I moved closer for a better look.  A voice came from the brass thing.  It was not familiar, but I had the unpleasant feeling that I should know that voice.  Valentino shifted his stance and I had a clear view of the thing he held.  It was a videophone!

There was an article about videophones in Science and Invention magazine, but I never thought I’d see one in person.  Moving silently, I finally got into a position where I could see the person on the videophone.  I recognized her.  It was the woman from the tilt-a-whirl.  It was Lauren, my mother.

“What I want is for you to tell my old man to beat it!  You know I’m done with that life.  You’ve got a lot of gall, letting him on your train.  He’s got nothin’ I want, including the brat.  Unless you’ve brought Priscilla back from the dead, I guess the redhead I saw was her.  I’m going to blouse.  Anybody who knows what’s good for ‘em won’t try to follow me.  Understood?” Lauren said from the videophone.

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Lauren by Rob Goldstein

My mother didn’t wait for a reply.  She broke the connection.

Valentino seemed to sense my presence.  He turned to face me. 

“Lulu…  I’m sorry you heard that.  Although, maybe it’s best that you did.”

I shook my head, stunned at the vehemence of Lauren’s words.  It made little difference that I was already pretty sure my mother was pure evil.  (Chapter 4)

“I’m just glad Gramps didn’t hear it,” I murmured.

***

The End

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This Wednesday is a challenging workday for me. So I might not be able to attend comments as quickly as I’d like.  However, I hope you’ll still leave a comment.

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The Melancholy of Departure, Giorgio de Chirico 1916

Real World Notes

Pittura Metafisica: Marked by a strong sense of solitude and melancholy, the uncanny and dreamlike urban spaces and enigmatic iconography were typical of Pittura Metafisica or “Metaphysical Painting.”

Route 66:  Opened in 1926.  For some fascinating tidbits you might not know, click here.

Videophones:  Were first invented all the way back in the late 1800s, but they were refined in the 20s.  For more click here.

Chanel No. 5:  In 1921, a very clever designer and businesswoman created a scent that revolutionised the way women smell.  About a 100 years later, Chanel No. 5 is still the world’s most iconic fragrance.

The Lindy Hop:  Here’s how you do the foot-work!

I hope you’ll click over and check out Rob’s blog.  You’ll find more fabulous images there. He’s not just a brilliant artist, he’s also an advocate for several important causes. 

Horsefeathers!  I’ve got to admire Lulu for her composure and for being well-adjusted.  They escaped that rogue Ferris wheel unscathed.  

Stay tuned for more spontaneously written fun.  The things driving Chapter 9 are Jukebox, Star of David, and Bloshies.  What would you do with those things to further this story? Applesauce… Right now I have pos-i-lutely no idea what I’m going to write…And what the Sam Hill is a Bloshie?

Where will that swell diesel-punk train will go next?  I’ll see you at the station when Valentino’s train rolls up next week!

Thanks for visiting.  You’re the cat’s pajamas! 

***

Now some shameless self-promotion for my other 1920s books — the original “three things” stories about Paisley Idelle Peabody, aka Pip, and her friends. 

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Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I

Novel-book-The Three Things Serial Story-Teagan Riordain Geneviene-The Writer Next Door-Vashti Q-spotlight-author

The Three Things Serial Story: A Little 1920s Story Kindle 

 

This is a work of fiction.  Characters, names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

Artwork Copyright © 2018 by Rob Goldstein

Copyright © 2018 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

All rights reserved.

No part of this work may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.  Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

All images are either the property of the author or provided by free sources, unless stated otherwise.

 

Jazz Age Wednesdays ― Hullaba Lulu 7

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Valentino, Lulu and Tom tilt a whirl

Tom, Lulu, and Valentino at the tilt-a-whirl, by Rob Goldstein.

Welcome back to Jazz Age Wednesdays.  Today’s episode of Hullaba Lulu brings us to Chapter 7 of the series.  I hope you are enjoying my diesel-punk change of pace from the “Pip-verse.”  

Once again I have more of the pos-i-lutely fabulous artwork from Rob Goldstein.  We’re also having inspiring discussions and he’s sending me “three things” to spontaneously drive each chapter of this pantser story. 

Update: Rob just finished another video. 

I’m offering a little challenge.  Where would you take this story with pocket watch, Ferris wheel, and bubblegum?  Read on to see where those three things took my imagination.

If you need to catch up with past chapters, look to the right of the screen.  Scroll down to Categories, and click Hullaba Lulu*.  That will take you to all the past episodes.  Or click over to this post from Rob, which has links to chapters 1 through 5.2 and a video.

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Art by Rob Goldstein

Previously with Hullaba Lulu

Bright lights flashed.  Metal gears shrieked.  Green smoke poured from the machinery and the cars.  The tilt-a-whirl slowed to a stop.  Lauren had vanished.

My eyes were drawn back to the clown sign.  His grin was vulpine, downright scary.  The gears of the ride groaned to a stop. listening.

Do you hear the Valentino’s trumpet call?

All aboard!

Hullaba Lulu

Chapter 7

Pocket Watch, Ferris Wheel, Bubblegum

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Gramps inside the train with Lulu in background, by Rob Goldstein

It seemed like the force of a bull elephant ran past me.  He barely brushed my shoulder, but it was so strong I stumbled to one knee.  My grandfather practically flew to the tilt-a-whirl car where Lauren had been. 

Of course, it was empty.  Gramps bolted to the ride’s controls.  He hesitated briefly.  He wouldn’t know what my mother had done to make the tilt-a-whirl behave so violently strange.  However, there were only a few levers ― a lucky guess was easily possible.

What if Gramps got on that ride and vanished the way Lauren did?  I always knew my mother had abandoned me when I was small.  Gramps never tried to sugarcoat the facts.  It was just as well with me if Lauren disappeared.  But not Gramps.  I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.  The idea of him leaving me like that way… it was even worse.

His eyes held wild determination.  It frightened me to see his face transformed to an expression of such desperation.  I wanted to throw him to the ground to keep him away from the tilt-a-whirl, but few men would be capable of that.  I certainly wasn’t big enough.  Gramps wasn’t just the owner of a speakeasy, he was also the bouncer.  He was a physically powerful man.

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Valentino in the Arcade, by Rob Goldstein

I couldn’t let that stop me.  With a gulp of air, I moved toward my grandfather.  I heard the clip of the heel taps on those pointy toed patent leather shoes just before Valentino barreled past me.  I spun around, but at least I remained standing.

Valentino grabbed Gramps from behind in a bearhug.  To me, it seemed like a foolish thing to try.  I didn’t know anybody stronger than Gramps.  The two men struggled furiously.  At one point, Valentino leaned back, lifting Gramps’ feet off the floor.  My grandfather wasn’t able to break his hold.  I couldn’t believe anyone would be able to restrain Gramps like that.

His gold chain came loose in the struggle and an engraved pocket watch fell from my grandfather’s jacket.  The watch slid to a stop near my feet.  Gramps opened the watch every day, but he wasn’t checking the time.  He opened it to read the inscription.  “I’ll love you throughout time.  Priscilla.”  The watch was a present from my grandmother on their wedding day.

Once I had thought Gramps would make a match with the seamstress on the next block.  He chuckled and told me that Priscilla was his one true love and he would never try to replace her with anyone.  He lost Lauren too.  That was as bad because she wanted to leave, and her indifference to Gramps and me, made it even harder for him.

The men were yelling at each other.  Gramps refused to hear what Valentino was saying, so the enigmatic man kept saying it louder.

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Lauren and Valentino on the train, by Rob Goldstein

“You can’t reach her!  The tilt-a-whirl never goes to the same destination twice!” Valentino repeated.  “What if that wasn’t even Lauren?”

He wasn’t speaking to me, but the question left me cold.  What if it wasn’t Lauren?  I wasn’t sure I would recognize my mother if she walked up to me.  I just remembered she liked the tomboy styles and the more polished Garconne look.  It didn’t occur to me that the woman I glimpsed could be someone else.  Yet, why would someone else run away?  I guess I also wondered why Laruen would run, then or when she left us for that matter.  I pushed the thought away.

“It looked like her.  And that man’s suit.  She wore those clothes just to thumb her nose at everybody.  It must have been her,” Gramps growled between grunts as he tried to break Valentino’s hold. 

“This is no ordinary place.  If you get in that machine, you could be lost forever!  And the one thing that is certain is that you would not land in the place where she went!” Valentino shouted.

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Valentino with trumpet, by Rob Goldstein

Finally, Gramps stopped struggling.  He looked into Valentino’s eyes and must have seen honesty.  His eyes turned to me and the tension left his body.  I heard him murmur my name.

“Lulu, I’m sorry,” Gramps began with a tear at the corner of one eye.  “I thought I could bring her back to you.”

His words surprised me.  I came to terms with my situation a long time before that day.  Apparently, Gramps had not.  He hung his head.

“Gramps, after everything I’ve heard about my mother…  After the things I read in the ‘return to sender’ letters you mailed to her―  Of course I read them!” I blurted out when he tried to interrupt me.  “I never wanted Lauren back in our lives!  You’re all I need, Gramps.”

He lifted his head.  Gramps looked at me like he’d never seen me before.  I took his big rough hand in mine.  Valentino cleared his throat.

“Not to intrude, but have you seen your friends, Lulu?  That journalist who was nosing around the speakeasy seems overly interested in Rose.  I saw him a moment ago.  I don’t like the cut of his jib,” Valentino said, bringing me back to the present.  “We should look for them.  Have you any idea where they would go?”

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Pearl at Fortuneteller, by Rob Goldstein

I shook my head.  My mind was still working with what had just happened.  It didn’t have enough thoughts left over to work my mouth.

“There’s a big map of the park right over there.  Maybe you’ll see something that would interest Pearl and Rose.  Somewhere they may have gone,” he offered.

Valentino took my elbow to point me in the right direction.  I must have looked pretty distracted.  He kept his other hand firmly around my grandfather’s bicep as if he thought Gramps might bolt back to the tilt-a-whirl.

“That’s one huge map,” I stated.  “Okay, lemme see.  Pearl and Rose both like the water, so they might look for the bathhouse.  But they didn’t bring a figleaf,” I commented, but noted the two confused looking faces.  “You know, a one-piece bathing suit.”

“There might be a boutique for that kind of thing.  Perhaps they went looking for a shop,” Valentino suggested and he and Gramps turned back to the map.

Men always seemed to want to take over when it came to map reading.  My stomach rumbled.  I wished I hadn’t exchanged that bag of cheeseburgers for tokens when I entered the park.  I saw a vending machine a few feet away and went to investigate, hoping it would have an apple, or even a cup of soda.  Unfortunately, it only dispensed stockings, stamps, and bubblegum.  With a sigh, I put a token in the machine and got some Wrigley’s Near Miss gum.

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Lulu, by Rob Goldstein

With a mouthful of bubblegum, I tried to chew away my appetite.  I thought I could probably make a pretty swell bubble.  Carefully, steadily expelling air into the chewy pink, I blew the biggest bubble of my life.  It was nearly as big as my head!  

My eyes darted around, but I didn’t see anyone to share my achievement.  Suddenly the bubble popped.  Sticky pink bits of various sizes plastered my face.  Instantly I switched from wanting someone to see me to hoping no one would get a look at me.  I jumped and tried to hide my face when I heard a voice behind me.

“May I help you, Miss?” came a familiar drawl.

“Dynamite!” I exclaimed.  “Oh, yes.  Can you help me get this gum off my face?”

The angel-bot delicately touched my face with cool metal fingers, picking away the gum.  I hadn’t noticed that he wasn’t alone.  The other angel-bot waited quietly, eyes downcast.

“There you are, Miss.  May I assist you with anything else?”

“I don’t suppose you know where my pals Rose and Pearl are?” I asked but received the expected negative reply.  “Who’s your friend?”

“This one works behind the automat,” Dynamite introduced his companion.  “Wicky, Wacky, and Woo told him that you had given us names.  He begs your indulgence.”

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Angel-bots, by Rob Goldstein

“Yes, Giver of Names, would you be so kind?” he asked in a British accent.

I heard clicks and whirrs as the angel-bot bowed.  Standing upright he glanced at my eyes but seemed too contrite to hold my gaze.

“Giver of Names?” I asked in astonishment.

A duet of “Yes, Miss” was the reply.  I was taken aback.  I wouldn’t just dish out a name willy nilly.  They took my pause the wrong way.

“We’ve been too forward, Miss.  Please accept our apologies,” Dynamite said and both angel-bots took a step backward.

“No, no.  I’d be tickled to give your friend a name,” I assured them.  “I just want it to be a good one.”

My eyes fell on the bright golden surface of the angel-bot.  It reflected like a mirror.  I could see Gramps and Valentino coming toward us.  The bots noticed them and shifted as if the presence of the men made them nervous.  I thought they might leave, but they settled and turned their attention back to me.

“If you’re pals with Dynamite,” I began as inspiration struck.  “Then you must be Boom-boom!”

With a soft click the angel-bot blinked his eyes.  The two clockwork creatures turned to one another.  I was afraid he didn’t like the name.  Then he lifted up onto his tiptoes a couple of times, almost like bouncing.  Both the angel-bots nodded.

“Boom-boom, yes.  Thank you, Miss.  I am grateful,” he said.

By then Gramps and Valentino were there.  My grandfather didn’t seem to think anything about the odd little scene.  The sheik was another matter.  He looked astonished.

“I’ve never seen an angel-bot leave the train before.  Yet these two disembarked to seek you.  And for a name?  It’s the most remarkable thing I’ve ever seen,” Valentino commented wonderingly.

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Rose and Pearl, by Rob Goldstein

I jumped and screamed at a sudden cold shock.

As ice slid down my back I whirled around to find Rose and Pearl, each holding a snow cone.  I demanded to know where they’d been.

“I ducked into a house of mirrors and I couldn’t find my way out,” Rose began.

“She was hiding from that nosey Tom.  He’s trying too hard to get her back if you ask me.  He gives me the creeps.  Anyhow, I saw Rose in one of the mirrors and went in to help,” Pearl finished.

“But I heard you scream,” I complained.

“That first distorted reflection scared the bejesus out of me,” Rose defended.

An annoying feeling, which I pushed aside, made me wonder if that was all there was to it.

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Pearl, Rose, and Lulu

“Oh look!” Pearl cried.  “There’s the gypsy fortuneteller.  Rose, you have to get Sipsing to read your cards.”

We were near the brightly painted Ask Sipsing booth again.  The automaton inside wasn’t as “human” as the angel-bots.  Its voice had no infliction as it mechanically called out to us. 

“Sipsing the gypsy king knows all, sees all.  What would you divine?” it asked as it spread tarot cards on the small table inside its booth.

“What’s in my friend’s future?  Sipsing, will Rose find true love?” Pearl asked the machine when Rose wouldn’t ask it a question. 

I rolled my eyes.  All Pearl could think about was romance.

The gypsy automaton turned over the Wheel of Fortune card.  Behind me Valentino drew a sharp breath. 

The two angel-bots turned back toward the rides, watching intently.  Valentino went pale.  He whirled around seeming to look everywhere at once.  The ground trembled.  I heard a loud bang!  Behind us the giant Ferris wheel lurched.  The A-frame structures holding the wheel collapsed. 

The great wheel rolled inexorably toward us.

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The Wheel of Fortune, the Gilded Tarot

***

The End

***

Real World Notes

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Double Mint Gum ad 1930

Bubblegum:  In 1928, an accountant invented bubblegum. Walter Diemer, was experimenting with new gum recipes. One recipe was less sticky than regular chewing gum, and stretched more easily. The original bubble gum was pink in color because that was the dye that Diemer had most on hand at the time. 

Ferris Wheel The original, sometimes also referred to as the Chicago Wheel, was designed and constructed by George Washington Gale Ferris Jr.. With a height of 80.4 metres (264 ft) it was the tallest attraction at the World’s Columbian Exposition in Chicago, Illinois, where it opened to the public on June 21, 1893.

Sipsing:  I named the gypsy fortuneteller automaton for a real life gypsy king in England.  Spising is reputed to have ruled 11 years before being hanged for a murder in Wombourn, Staffordshire, having escaped the same fate earlier by seeking sanctuary in Westminster Abbey. (Wikipedia)

I hope you’ll click over and check out Rob’s blog.  You’ll find more fabulous images and videos there.  He also has a Youtube channel (click here.) 

Stay tuned for more spontaneously written fun.  The things driving Chapter 8 are Chanel No. 5, Pittura Metafisica, Videophone, and Route 66!  That’s right — four things.  I’ll have an extra challenge with a fourth thing.  Be sure to come back next week to see where those take our diesel-punk train.

Thanks for visiting.  You’re the oyster’s earrings! 

 

PS:  I can’t forget my other 1920s books — the original “three things” stories about Paisley Idelle Peabody, aka Pip, and her friends.

Bijou front only 2

Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I

Novel-book-The Three Things Serial Story-Teagan Riordain Geneviene-The Writer Next Door-Vashti Q-spotlight-author

The Three Things Serial Story: A Little 1920s Story Kindle 

 

This is a work of fiction.  Characters, names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

Artwork Copyright © 2018 by Rob Goldstein

Copyright © 2018 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

All rights reserved.

No part of this work may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.  Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

All images are either the property of the author or provided by free sources, unless stated otherwise.

 

Jazz Age Wednesdays ― Hullaba Lulu 6

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

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A bath on Valentino’s train, by Rob Goldstein

Hey, Sheiks and Shebas.  Welcome back to Jazz Age Wednesdays.  The weekly three things and images, from my “partner in crime” Rob Goldstein, spontaneously guide what I’m writing.  Last week he did an image of an Art Deco angel as part of my mystical diesel-punk train’s controls.  That caused me to see more of the train.  I can tell you, Valentino has one luxurious way to travel!

I guess this is a spoiler, but it has nothing to do with the plot…  I had already given the train a control room with mystical gizmos for navigation and communications, and then an automat.  Now I have deluxe sleeper cars — with attendants.  Between Rob and me, Lulu freaked out when she suddenly realized the bath had attendants… 

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Lulu and the Sleeper Car Attendants, by Rob Goldstein

Rob did another video for us (below).  I’m happy to be able to feature more of the artwork of Rob Goldstein

Here’s another fabulous video from Rob. Click for the full post.

Today we have Chapter 6 of the Roaring Twenties fantasy series, Hullaba Lulu.  The “dieselpunk*” train has reached Atlantic City.

Previously with Hullaba Lulu, Chapter 5

From Chapter 5

In the distance ahead, I could make out bits of the boardwalk.  I saw the great Ferris wheel and the tallest hills of the old Loop the Loop.

 “Hold on a minute!” I exclaimed.  “Atlantic City took down the Loop the Loop in 1912.  I’ve only seen it in photographs.”

 In the midst of the strange flashing lights, the tilt-a-whirl spun wildly.

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Chapter 6

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Lulu in the train’s automat… with cheeseburgers

The loudspeaker had a calm voice as it spoke, “Nearing destination.  Prepare to disembark.”

It was the slightest shift, but I felt the train begin to decelerate.  Suddenly excited, I wanted to remember this adventure forever.  Plus, that Loop the Loop — I needed a picture of that so people would believe it was there.

I ran down the corridor toward Gramps’ sleeper car, hoping he brought his Kodak Brownie with him.  When I came to the spiral staircase that went up to the control room, I paused to look up the stairs.  Everything seemed quiet and dark.  I figured everyone was getting ready to leave the train.

A moment later I was at my grandfather’s room, but he wasn’t there.  I saw his open suitcase on the bed and moved to see if the camera was there.  Gramps might not think to take it with him.

A soft click caused me to turn.  My eyes bulged at what I beheld.

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Angel-bot by Rob Goldstein

“May I help you, Miss?”

“You’re an automaton!” I exclaimed after a stunned moment.  “A golden angel like the sculpture in the control room… but you’re an automaton.”

With halting movements he bowed.  His eyes blinked with another quiet click.

“I’m the sleeper car attendant.  May I help you, Miss?  Your companions have gone to the amusement park.  You will need these,” he said with a slight southern drawl.

He handed me a brown paper sack.  The aroma of the contents reached my nose before I opened the bag.  It contained several cheeseburgers.

“Oh, thank you, but I just ate,” I told him.

“Yes, I see,” he said and touched the side of my mouth with a white linen napkin embroidered with the letter V.  “There was a bit of mustard.  The cheeseburgers are currency.  You will need them.  You’d best hurry.  Your companions have already disembarked.”

I followed the golden angel-looking automaton into the corridor.  We had to step aside when three more of the clockwork creatures needed to pass.  I noticed they held various cleaning implements.  I stopped them, and asked a bunch of questions. 

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Art by Rob Goldstein

Angel-bots! I thought in amazement.

“Hang on just a minute.  How many of you clockwork people are on this train?  And no offence, but you all look just alike.  How do I know one of you from another?  Do you have names?”

“There are sufficient numbers of us to assist in keeping the train in good working order and take care of all the passenger needs as well,” the sleeper car valet told me as the other three made soft clicking noises.  “We haven’t had a need for names, so we have none.”

When I stood speechless, another of them inquired in a voice touched by the Bronx, “May we assist you, Miss?”

I found it unaccountably disturbing that they all looked so much alike.  It reminded me of the time I met triplets when I was very young.  I wanted to give them all rhyming names like the triplets, but I wasn’t any kind of poet.

The first one, with the southern accent seemed to understand that something bothered me.

“We all look very much alike, except for the red-gold attendant,” he said.

The three housekeepers made mechanical chuckling noises.  He turned his placid face toward them.  I had the feeling that he would have blushed if he could.  I felt a little sorry for him.

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Bots, by Rob Goldstein

“She’s a hotsy-totsy!” he confessed with a shuffle of his feet.  “I tried to learn flapper language when I heard the train was going to Atlantic City,” he added, sounding entirely practical.

“Red-gold?” I asked.  “She must be Ginger then, and Hot Ginger because I think she’s your blue serge!  So, my friend, that would make you Dynamite.”

Suddenly inspired by the Nagasaki song I turned to the other three and stated, “That makes you three Wiki, Wacky, and Woo, like the song.”

“The song, Miss?” Dynamite asked.

Hot Ginger and Dynamite!  Somethin’ something’ and wicky wacky, woo!” I belted out a bar of the tune, or the part I could remember anyway.

For a moment there was silence.  Then I was surrounded by clicking noises.  They started chattering to each other.  I thought they were excited to have names.  I know ― everyone thinks clockwork creatures don’t have emotions, but I was there.  I was sure they liked having names.

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Lulu by Rob Goldstein

A familiar excited giggle drew me to a brightly painted booth.  Pearl had found a fortuneteller automaton.  It was much less sophisticated than the angel-bots on the train.  Its voice had no infliction as it prompted us.

“The gypsy knows all, sees all.  What would you divine?” it asked repeatedly as it spread tarot cards on the small table inside its booth.

“Go ahead, Lulu!  Ask it a question.  It gave me ‘the lovers’ card,” Pearl told me.

“You always ask about love, and they always tell you that you’ll find it.  I never know what to ask,” I complained.  “Oh, okay.  How is the Loop the Loop still here when it was taken down in 1912?  Did we go back in time?” I added in a softer voice.

The automaton stopped and looked right at me.  Something about the sudden change in clockwork movement gave me the heebie-jeebies.  The gypsy gathered the tarot cards and spread them again.  It drew out a card with a drawing of a man hanging by his foot.  The fortuneteller moved the card so that the man was laying down.

“Sideways,” was all the automaton said.

“We didn’t move east or west, or forward or backward…” I began.

“Sideways,” it repeated.

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Rose and Tom dance, by Rob Goldstein

I gave a frustrated sigh.  Why couldn’t the blasted thing be useful?  I turned to Pearl and asked her where Rose was.  My fair-haired friend shrugged, then she giggled and asked the fortuneteller.

“Where is our friend, Rose?”

The gypsy automaton gathered the tarot cards, spread them, and turned over the Three of Swords.  The design on the card was like the leaflet I found in the automat.  There was an image of a heart pierced by three swords.  I shuddered.

“Betrayal,” the fortuneteller said.

The air was split by a loud scream.  The sound echoed around the amusement park.

“Rose?” I exclaimed.

I turned around, looking everywhere.  At first, I saw no one.  Then I saw a shadow that somehow made me think of the Ford with a bunch of G-men – or that’s what they looked like.  That was the night we met Tom Driberg.  I muttered his name.

Abruptly I realized that Pearl was gone.  She must have gone to look for Rose.  I took a breath to call for Pearl, when I the sound of feet pounding the pavement made me turn.

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Lulu and Tom, by Rob Goldstein

“Speak of the devil,” I snorted.  “I should have known you were here when I glimpsed those G-men just now,” I told Tom Driberg.  “But how did you manage to get here”

“I heard Rose scream.  Where is she?” he asked.

He sounded suspiciously calm and I commented on the fact.

Tomato, didn’t anybody notice the handcar that hooked onto the end of the train?  I thought my stowaway jig was up when one of those clockwork angel things found me.  Anyhow, those weren’t G-men,” he told me in a voice tinged with contempt.  “Those are Russian agents.  They must have gotten to Margosha before I could.  I mean your friend Rose.  Margosha is her first name.  Rose is her middle name.  Didn’t you know?  Her monogram, MRM didn’t tell you anything?” he added with a condescending chuckle that grated my patience.

I looked around wildly for my friends.  Half panicked, I didn’t know what to do.

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Rose, by Rob Goldstein

“Calm down.  They won’t hurt her.  They mean to use her to get to me.  You see, I quit them and they think dragging Margosha back into the spy business will force me to join them again.”

“What do you mean dragging her back?” I demanded.

The noise of screeching metal caused me to look away.  It sounded like something huge moving in a way that it had no business moving.  When I turned back to Tom, he was gone.  Twisting around in a circle I searched for any familiar face.  The scream could have come from any direction.  Tom could have run anywhere, so could Pearl.

Not knowing what to do, or where to do it, I started walking forward, farther into the park.  In the distance I saw a woman wearing the menswear inspired Garconne look.  Her face reminded me of one that I mostly knew from pictures.

I brought up the Kodack and aimed.  Abruptly she turned toward me.  I took the photo.

Lauren?

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Lauren by Rob Goldstein

The woman who looked like my mother ran.  I followed.

Panting, I paused, hands on knees as I tried to catch my breath.  A brightly painted clown face marked the entrance to the tilt-a-whirl.  The clown had curved line for an innocent smile, and his eyes were little plus marks.  I looked beyond the sign to the ride.

I spotted her.

With a glance over her shoulder, Lauren did something, moving the levers on the ride’s controls.  She climbed onto one of the tilt-a-whirl cars.  It spun and turned, faster and faster.  Soon it looked like a blur.

Bright lights flashed.  Metal gears shrieked.  Green smoke poured from the machinery and the cars.  The tilt-a-whirl slowed to a stop.  No one was aboard the ride.  I ran to the car where Lauren had been.  It was as empty as all the others.

My eyes were drawn back to the clown sign.  The face had changed.  His eyes openly leered and his grin grin was vulpine, downright scary.  The gears of the ride groaned to a stop.

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The End

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Well, I’m not sure what to say about that…  Except maybe that I will think twice before I get on a tilt-a-whirl again.  And where the Sam Hill did everybody go?

Next time, Chapter 7 — Pocket Watch, Pittura Metafisica, Bubblegum. 

 

I hope you’ll click over and check out Rob’s blog.  You’ll find more fabulous images and videos there. 

Thanks for visiting.  You’re the oyster’s earrings! 

 

PS:  Remember my other 1920s books — the original “three things” stories about Paisley Idelle Peabody, aka Pip, and her friends.

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Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I

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The Three Things Serial Story: A Little 1920s Story Kindle 

 

This is a work of fiction.  Characters, names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

Artwork Copyright © 2018 by Rob Goldstein

Copyright © 2018 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

All rights reserved.

No part of this work may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.  Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

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Jazz Age Wednesdays ― Hullaba Lulu 5.2

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Hold the presses!  Update!

I had to include this masterpiece from Rob (above).  His best video yet.  It’s magical.  And it’s the cat’s meow!

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The control room of Valentino’s train, by Rob Goldstein

Sheiks and Shebas, welcome back to Jazz Age Wednesdays.  This episode concludes Chapter 5 of the new series, Hullaba Lulu.  I seem to have a lot to say about Valentino’s train in this “diesel-punk” fantasy.  

Some of you will remember that early in my novella, The Three Things Serial Story, I imagined the voice of Lucille Ball narrating those tales.  I wanted Hullaba Lulu to have a much different “voice” or tone.  However, no narrator sprang to mind.  I imagine Lulu being genuine, slightly crass, and lovably snarky, sort of like a female version of Seth Meyers.  (See Late Night with Seth Meyers.)  I toyed with the idea of narrating a snippet but… I got shy.  Oh, what the hell.  Why not…

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Valentino in the abandoned subway, by Rob Goldstein

Happily we have more beautiful artwork from Rob Goldstein to punctuate this chapter.  I’m finally writing about the “three things” Rob sent for it.  The characters are now on that amazing train.  

A word of warning — this episode is a little longer than usual (1,790 words or so). Here’s the rest of what started last week. 

Previously with Hullaba Lulu

Last time Lulu overheard a strange conversation between her grand father and Valentino. It sounded like they’d known each other since before she was born — but Valentino was too young for that.  Lulu kept the puzzling exchange to herself.

Mysterious gifts were sent to Rose, probably from that shady journalist, Tom Driberg.  It prompted Valentino to say Rose wasn’t safe. Valentino offered to take the girls away.  To Lulu’s astonishment, her Gramps demanded to go along.

All aboard!

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Chapter 5.2

Automat, Cheeseburger, Tilt-a-Whirl

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Lulu, Valentino, and Pearl — by Rob Goldstein

Valentino strolled down the railroad tracks.  He started playing that trumpet of his as he walked.  There was something about the music…  I couldn’t explain it, but the notes were more than just a tune.  My skin prickled with goosebumps.  I gave an involuntary shudder.  My grandfather glanced down at me.

The tension between Gramps and Valentino was out of character for him.  Gramps was usually easy going.  He never put any restrictions on me about revealing frocks or bobbed hair.  He said discipline should be saved for more important things.  So, his comment surprised me.

“Lulu, are you sure that dress is what you want to wear to travel?” my grandfather asked, but he turned away to answer a remark from Rose before I could say anything.

Pearl had changed into a printed dress of soft cream and gold with a wide sash at the dropped waist.  With her light blond hair, it made a classy monotone combination.  Rose wore a Chanel suit that I expected was one of the gifts from Tom Driberg.  I still didn’t understand what was going on with that situation, but I figured I’d find out eventually.

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Pearl by Rob Goldstein

Anyway, when I looked down at my own clothes, I realized Gramps had a point.  However, it was too late for me to change.

The last notes of the melody Valentino played on his trumpet echoed in the tunnels of the abandoned section of the subway.  I heard a sound like an engine, but it didn’t sound like an ordinary train.  Then came the chugging of the wheels turning.  That sounded more like a train.  In a moment the sleek machine stood at the old station.

The train looked like something from the cover of “Science and Invention,” all sleek and polished.  When we boarded, I saw that the inside was even more fantastical than the outside.  The engine’s controls were unlike anything I had ever seen, even in scientifiction* stories.

I saw my Ouija board on the console and my temper flared.

Bushwa!  It was still mine, no matter what anybody said.  It had been mine for as long as I could remember.  I was feeling possessive and put upon.  I didn’t appreciate Gramps telling me that it belonged to Valentino, any more than I liked the sheik taking over it.

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Lulu by Rob Goldstein

Sputtering and pouting, I watched in silence as the enigmatic man hooked the wooden board to the control panel of his train.

“Stop growling, would you please, Lulu,” Valentino muttered.  “If we’re to go anywhere I need to use the Ouija board.”

Okay, so I wasn’t completely silent, but it was only a little growl.

Valentino picked up my Ouija board and carried it to what at first appeared to be an Art Deco angel sculpture, but then I saw that it was part of the controls for the train.  He attached the Ouija board to the statue.

Something he touched sparked and popped.  Valentino jumped back with a muffled exclamation, shaking his hand as if he’d been stung.  I admit it was gratifying, but I swear I didn’t smirk.  Well, maybe a little.  Okay, I looked like a cat with a bowl of cream, but I put a neutral expression on my face before he turned around.

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Valentino at the controls of the train

When I looked at the angel statue again, for a moment I could have sworn it winked at me!  I shook my head and blinked my eyes.  I couldn’t be zozzled.  I hadn’t had a drop of giggle water all day.  I moved to the angel, inspecting it closely.  Nothing moved, and it was cold to the touch, and still as a statue should be, not warm, living, and able to wink.

I hopped up onto the console of his Orthophonic Victrola and crossed my legs.  I leaned my head against its horn.  He made a face and cleared his throat as a hint.  When I wouldn’t take the hint, he motioned for me to move my gams out of the way.

“Be careful of the pavilion,” he cautioned.  “You might move the settings.  You wouldn’t want us to head down the garden path, would you?”

“The pavilion?  Oh, the horn?  So grumpy.  Do those pointy toed dog kennels hurt your feet or something?” I said just to poke him.

Valentino held a glass tube capped with metal on each end.  He was already a hotsy-totsy and being so intense with the scientific stuff ― that was so sexy! 

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Valentino uses the trumpet to bring all the train’s controls in tune

I reminded myself that I didn’t want to feel that way and focused on the strange tube.  It was filled with glowing green liquid.  Valentino ignored me as he bent to touch the console, where a smooth brass plate bore an engraving of music symbols.  He pressed the plate and it opened to reveal the shining trumpet he played earlier.

Then he leaned over me to reach the Victrola.  When he removed the record I saw another of the glowing liquid filled tubes.  Valentino placed the tube he carried next to the one in the Victrola.  Then he put the trumpet to his lips and played a series of notes.  Harmonic sounds emanated from the tubes.

“Everything is in tune now,” he commented in a pleased tone.

He fiddled with knobs and switches, contentedly humming a tune I didn’t recognize.  The man was completely absorbed in his work.  I grew bored and left Valentino to his inventions.

Pearl and Rose surprised me when they seemed to be happy that my grandfather was coming with us.  They made quite a fuss over him.  The three of them went to the dining car.  I probably should have gone with them, especially since I was feeling peckish.  Instead, I went off on my own to explore the strange train.  I was used to having plenty of alone time.  I wasn’t sure how much I would like being confined on a train with five other people, all the way to Atlantic City.

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Clara Bo (inset) Paramount Automat 1931

My heels clicked on a mosaic tile floor when I entered the next car.  The room was wall-to-wall chrome and glass.

Holy Hannah!  An automat!” I exclaimed, but nobody was there to share my glee.

It had everything from a hot cup of noodle juice to porterhouse steaks to jiggly gelatin in ritzy molds.  My stomach rumbled and my mouth watered.  I opened a little glass door and removed a plate of exotic Hawaiian pineapple upside-down cake.  I’d never tasted pineapple.  (Recipe and history here*.)

I felt a soft bump as the train traveled.  It wasn’t even enough to make me stumble.  It could have been from anything.  Then one of the compartment doors of the automat opened.  A newspaper fell out.  I bent to pick it up.  On the front page was an article by Tom Driberg about the society swells called the Bright Young Things.  Interestingly, the next story was not by Driberg, but about him.  There was no byline, but the writer insinuated that Tom was a spy working for the Russian government.

Bushwa!  Does Rose really have a history with that guy? 

She hadn’t admitted it, but I had become sure that Rose recognized him that night outside the speakeasy when Driberg was looking for someone named Margosha.  Plus, I had feeling that they were more than ships that pass in the night.

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Tom and Rose, by Rob Goldstein

A leaflet fell out of the cubby where the newspaper had been.  It was an advertisement for a fortune reader on the boardwalk.  There was an image of a heart pierced by three swords.  The image was powerful.  It made me think of betrayal.

I gazed out the window as I thought.  There was nothing to see, the train was inside a tunnel.  There were large metal plates in the walls in the part we had been running through the last few minutes.  I could see a distorted reflection of the train in the metal.

For a second I thought I saw men hunched over a handcar that was right behind the train.  

No, that would be impossible!  There’s way a hand car could keep up with the train. 

The reflection was blurred and wavy.  I blinked hard and looked again.  However, the train had quickly left that part of the tunnel.  The shiny metal plates were replaced by brick walls.

Licking my fingers for the last sticky cake crumb, I was even hungrier than before.  A rattling sound caused me to turn to the other side of the automat.  Against that wall stood a long table.  A hatch door in the wall lifted, showing a conveyor belt.  It started cranking out plates holding cheeseburgers.

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Lulu in the train’s automat… with cheeseburgers, by Rob Goldstein

Warm cheddar oozed from the steaming buns.  As the aroma drifted to my nose, my belly growled anew.  I had eaten three of the burgers before I realized I had even finished one. 

Suddenly lights began to flash.  Electric loudspeakers that were installed in every car of the train began blaring part of the song Don’t Bring Lulu!  Rose and Pearl had harnessed me with my nickname, Hullaba Lulu, because of that blasted song.

The sound of running feet preceded the appearance of pointy toed patent leather shoes.  Valentino skidded into the automat.  He looked from me to the empty plates in astonishment.

The loudspeaker shouted, “Don’t bring cash honey.  You pay in cheeseburgers!”

“Lulu…” he began but seemed at a loss for words.  “We needed those cheeseburgers for Atlantic City.”

“There’s plenty to eat there,” I mumbled around the last bite of burger.

“Cheeseburgers are as good as money where we’re going.  It’s not the Atlantic City that you know,” he told me.

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1928 Sunnyside Amusement Park

“Huh?” I replied as I swallowed.

I burped, but I had the decency to blush.

“Excuse me…”

Sunlight flooded the car.  The train had left the tunnel.  I moved to the window expecting to see pasture land.  We couldn’t be there yet. 

I was wrong.  In the distance ahead, I could make out bits of the boardwalk.  I saw the great Ferris wheel and the tallest hills of the old Loop the Loop*.

“Hold on a minute!” I exclaimed.  “Atlantic City took down the Loop the Loop in 1912.  I’ve only seen it in photographs.”

I twisted around to Valentino, but he was gone.  When I turned back to the window, the train was much closer to the boardwalk.  I could see the bathhouse, the Love’s Nest and the Shimmy Auto. 

(For more about the attractions of Atlantic City in the Roaring Twenties, click here*.)

Goosebumps rose on my arms.  A disturbing sensation went through me and I shuddered, just like I did a moment before the train arrived at the station.  Flashing lights drew my eyes farther into the amusement park.

In the midst of the strange lights, the tilt-a-whirl spun wildly.

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Portal by Rob Goldstein

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The end.

So, what’s the deal with that tilt-a-whirl?  And what did Valentino mean by It’s not the Atlantic City that you know?  Not to mention the reflection Lulu saw in the tunnel — had there really been a handcar behind the train?

Don’t forget to visit Rob’s blog.  You’ll find more fabulous images there, and insightful posts too.

Real World Notes

Science and Invention was the name during the 1920s and 1930s of a popular technology magazine founded by Hugo Gernsback and edited by him until 1929.  The magazine also ran science fiction stories.

Scientifiction:  In 1929 the term science fiction was used (first attested in advertisements for “Air Wonder Stories” magazine), though there is an isolated use from 1851; abbreviated form sci-fi is from 1955.  Earlier in same sense scientifiction (1916) was used.

Loop the Loop:  The rollercoaster opened in 1901 and operated until 1912.  It was one of the earliest looping roller coasters in the United States.

Thanks for visiting.  You’re the kitten’s ankles!

Now for that obligatory shameless self-promotion, here are my other 1920s books — the original “three things” stories about Paisley Idelle Peabody, aka Pip, and her friends.

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Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I

Novel-book-The Three Things Serial Story-Teagan Riordain Geneviene-The Writer Next Door-Vashti Q-spotlight-author

The Three Things Serial Story: A Little 1920s Story Kindle 

This is a work of fiction.  Characters, names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

Artwork Copyright © 2018 by Rob Goldstein

Copyright © 2018 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

All rights reserved.

No part of this work may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.  Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

All images are either the property of the author or provided by free sources, unless stated otherwise.

 

After Thistledown — #GetCaughtReading and More

Saturday, April 27, 2018

Thanks again to everyone who supported Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam.  I always like for my blog stories to be “interactive” with you readers, at least to a degree.  You were an essential element of that faery tale. 

What’s Now and What’s Next? 

Well, one thing that’s next already is… or the future is the present… or have I just boldly gone where no (wo)man has gone before?

Hullaba Lulu

Val hat Lulu trumpet expressions

Art by Rob Goldstein

What I’m trying to say is that for those of you who aren’t familiar with my Jazz Age Wednesday posts, I currently have a series in collaboration with artist  Rob Goldstein.  It’s a Roaring Twenties, diesel-punk fantasy called Hullaba Lulu.  Is that news to you?  No worries, click here* for a post that has links to all the past episodes.  It’s pos-i-lutely darb.  Get aboard the diesel-punk train!

What’s Next? 

Get Caught Reading Month — All New Mini-series with Chris Graham

May is  Get Caught Reading Month. Twice in the past, Chris Graham – the Story Reading Ape and I have collaborated on stories for this event.  Hold onto your hats, because we’re together again!  Premiering next weekend… (drum roll)…

Artie Meets the Alchemist!

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Artie the genius chimpanzee is the creation of Chris Graham.  He has popped into several of my stories.  For our new story, a fictionalized Cornelis Drebbel is my character — he’s managed to wriggle out of the serial where I created him* and into some others too.  I wonder what will happen when those two run into each other?  Oh yes, this will be a steampunk story.

The Next What’s Next and Poll Results 

I haven’t completed the editing and proofing of Atonement in Bloom.  Although I still hope to finish before the summer arrives (as in solstice).  After “Bloom” is published I will start a new Saturday serial. 

A while back I polled you readers about what kind of “three things” serial you wanted next.  The results were overwhelmingly for a new Atonement, Tennessee story.  I’ve never done Atonement in a serial form.  However, I’ve always seen those books as a trilogy.  Blogging leaves me no time to write, so if there’s going to be a third book, it will have to come from a serial here.  That’s a while into the future, but stay tuned! 

This blog has always been about the readers, being interactive. I love your comments.  I appreciate your visits. You are a huge part of it, and I thank you.

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Atonement, Tennessee

Amazon UK

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The Three Things Serial Story: A Little 1920s Story Kindle 

 

 

This is a work of fiction.  Characters, names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2018 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

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Jazz Age Wednesdays 30 ― Hullaba Lulu 5.1

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Lulu reclining trunks Valentino Station

Valentino and Lulu wait at the abandoned subway station.  (Rob Goldstein)

Hi there, Sheiks and Shebas.  You’re at Jazz Age Wednesdays.  Today’s episode brings us to Chapter 5 of the new series, Hullaba Lulu.  I hope you are enjoying my change of pace from the “Pip-verse.”  Yes, it’s another story set in the 1920s, but this one is a “Diesel-punk” fantasy. 

Once again I have more of the pos-i-lutely fabulous artwork from Rob Goldstein.  He’s made another fun video for this series.  Button up your overcoat and check it out below.  Rob and I are also having inspiring discussions and he’s sending me “three things” to spontaneously drive each chapter of this pantser story. 

However, this time I’m cheating a little…  When I started fleshing out my notes for this chapter, I found myself relating the backstory of Lulu’s family — before I even got around to any of the “three things” from Rob.  The backstory was enough for a small episode.  So, I decided to give you “Chapter 5.1” today and move the three things to next week.

Our darb cast of characters is finally ready to get aboard that diesel-punk train.  I can’t resist showing you the images Rob made for that. 

Previously with Hullaba Lulu

“This Ouija board is part of my train,” Valentino added in an annoyed tone that was tinged with guilt.  “It’s part of the navigation system.  This one was a backup.  The primary board was corrupted and a default setting sent the train here, where the backup board was left.  I didn’t know it was bringing me here.  I didn’t mean to cause you pain,” he added, looking at my grandfather.

“Lulu, you have to help me stop her!” Pearl cried.  “It’s Rose, she’s going to blouse.”

All aboard!

Hullaba Lulu

Chapter 5.1

The Backstory

Next Time 5.2: Automat, Cheeseburger, Tilt-a-Whirl

My senses tingled with excitement.  I got goosebumps just thinking about getting on that train.  And Valentino―  No!  I wasn’t going to think about him that way.  I refused to be like everybody else. 

I went to Brick Oven Pizza and asked my pal Tony if he could help get the trunks down through the speakeasy for Rose and Pearl.  Tony was a peach.  I knew he’d help without asking questions.

The Station Val_Pearl enters_red

Pearl made it back after going to check on Rose (Rob Goldstein)

Then I ankled back to the abandoned subway tunnel.  I was surprised to hear voices ahead.  One belonged to my grandfather.  After a moment I realized the other was Valentino.  Gramps sounded like he was in a lather.

Gramps tended to be taciturn, and Valentino seemed pretty tight lipped.  So, I knew they would clam up if they knew anyone else was there.  I took off my kitten-heeled shoes so they wouldn’t hear me as I drew closer.  The conversation I witnessed left me speechless and confounded.

“The first time I met you, I didn’t know what to think ― of you or of my own reaction to you.  I was young then.  I didn’t know much.  I thought you’d left forever.  Life went on.  I married Priscilla, the love of my life.  Then you showed up again.  I only saw you in the distance, and that was for the best,” Gramps said.

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Valentino summons the train with his trumpet. (Rob Goldstein)

My grandfather’s words sounded like a man reminiscing, but there was nothing of sweet memories in his tone.  How could he have known Valentino that long ago, unless the darb mystery man had been a small child?  I felt confused.

“Priscilla and I had Lauren, our beautiful daughter, though my Priscilla didn’t live to watch her become a woman,” Gramps said and swallowed hard.  “If she had, Lauren might not have turned out the way she did.”

La Garçonne-ectoplasm

Lauren inside Valentino’s train  (Rob Goldstein)

“I know the girl has a mean streak a mile wide, but I still love her.  She took up with that mobster and to be honest, I don’t know which one was worse, him or Lauren.  Finally, she came back to Lulu and me.  But I knew she wasn’t happy, Lauren couldn’t be satisfied with us.  She needed thrills that a normal life couldn’t provide.  I shouldn’t have been surprised…” my grandfather’s voice trailed away, as Valentino waited in silence for him to continue.

“So, the last time you were here, you left with my daughter.  I never saw her again.  Now you mean to take my granddaughter with you — don’t bother denying it.  I know I wouldn’t be any more able to stop her than I could have stopped Lauren, even if I had known what she meant to do.  Well mister, things are going to be different this time.  This time I’m going too!”

Rose Enters Station portal

Valentino, Rose, Gramps, and Lulu wait for the train (Rob Goldstein)

A noise caused me to turn.  I heard Rose and Pearl thanking Tony.  They insisted that they could manage on their own.  The sound of an old baggage trolley with squeaky wheels echoed through the tunnel.  The two men heard it and stopped talking.

My mother the mobster?  I knew which rumrunner Gramps meant.  If Lauren was potentially worse than that man… well, she must be pure evil.

 And Gramps… I wasn’t completely sure what he meant about Valentino, but maybe that was because I was stuck, trying and failing to process what he said about my mother.

I put my shoes back on and waited quietly for Rose and Pearl to catch up.  I didn’t want  anyone, particularly Gramps or Valentino, to know I had been listening.

Val Margosha getting on train All Abord

Rose made it too.  Is that a Chanel suit she’s wearing?

Here ends part 1 of the fifth chapter of Hullaba Lulu.

Next Time Chapter 5.2: Automat, Cheeseburger, Tilt-a-Whirl

 

Now that I’ve finished my Saturday serial, Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam, we might have some new readers on this diesel-punk train.  This seems like a good time to provide links to the past chapters of Hullaba Lulu.  If you’ve just gotten aboard Jazz Age Wednesdays, you can catch up at these links:

Chapter 1 ― Rose, Pearl, Trumpet

Chapter 2 ― Garter Flask, Grand Central Station, Bright Young Things

Chapter 3 ― Saltwater Taffy, Raspberry-Red Rouge, Ouija Board

Chapter 4 ― Ectoplasm, Jung, Orthophonic Victrola

I hope you’ll click over and check out Rob’s blog.  You’ll find more fabulous images there. He’s not just a brilliant artist, he’s also an advocate for several important causes.

Thanks for visiting.  You’re the oyster’s earrings! 

 

PS:  I can’t forget my other 1920s books — the original “three things” stories about Paisley Idelle Peabody, aka Pip, and her friends.

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Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I

Novel-book-The Three Things Serial Story-Teagan Riordain Geneviene-The Writer Next Door-Vashti Q-spotlight-author

The Three Things Serial Story: A Little 1920s Story Kindle 

 

This is a work of fiction.  Characters, names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

Artwork Copyright © 2018 by Rob Goldstein

Copyright © 2018 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

All rights reserved.

No part of this work may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.  Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

All images are either the property of the author or provided by free sources, unless stated otherwise.

 

Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 32 — The End.

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Welcome back to the faery land of Thistledown… but first the real world.

Thistledown Girl

The Real World

If I were writing a novel, there are many things I would circle back to in this tale, loose ends to tie up, hints to conclude, Faery Namers to mention again.  I’ve often thought this was a story I should never have begun.  At an extremely challenging time in my life Thistledown does not take me to a world where I would escape.  Rather, it ties me to the darkness of the current time and place.  It seems like an odd thing to say about a tale of faeries, doesn’t it?

That said, it may not be done in the best “literary” way, or the best “technical” way, but I’m bringing this story to a close.  I’m truly grateful to everyone who has followed this story.  The joy I take in your comments has kept me writing about Bedlam and her friends.  I give you my heartfelt thanks.  And I shed more than a few tears as I write this final episode.

On to Thistledown

This episode is longer than some — I hope you don’t mind.  I don’t want to divide this closing chapter of Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam.

I never thought little Bob the hummingbird would become so popular.  Much like Lilith the cat in the Atonement stories, he was a device to tell about things Bedlam could not witness.  Since you have embraced the little guy, Bob will finish the story for us.

Thistledown

Midsummer Bedlam 32

Conclusion

Three Phantom Elements

Ruby-topaz_hummingbird_flying in Tobago

 

The present situation couldn’t be allowed to continue.  Any hummingbird knew the past was no place to live.  Yet Bob couldn’t do what must be done with the resources of the present colorless world either.  He didn’t think it could be done even with all the magic of Thistledown. 

An idea started to take shape.  Not the past, nor the present – but from somewhere else!

Iridescent orange feathers soaked up the scant light in the cave of the abyss.  Bob’s plumage glittered in the dimness.  He steeled himself to the task he knew he must take, the risk he had to take.  Bob the hummingbird touched the dark magic of the cave.

His bright orange feathers became the color of midnight on a starry night.

Bob hummingbird midnight

He could feel the negativity of the enchantment course through his tiny body.  He hated to involve anyone else in the dire business, but there was no other way.  Bob loosed out a shrill, painful call.

A great wave of humming birds, like a huge cloud of brown flew toward the cave ― the hummingbirds of the colorless world.  The entire flock could provide only a small amount of magic, but Bob needed every bit he could get.  With a sigh of regret for using them, he welcomed the tiny dully colored birds.

For a time, they waited, hovering at the opening of the cave.  As a few more hummers arrived, Bob drew a bit of the magic he had gathered.  He cried out a second time, a deeper call from his gut.  Bob the hummingbird summoned the hornless unicorns of the colorless world.

Horse dull Mountain

He waited.  The steeds of the colorless world had no more magic than the hummingbirds, despite their size.  A single steed trotted up to the mountainside below the opening of the cave where Bob perched.  A collective chirp of sadness came from the flock of birds.

Then the ground began to vibrate.  Scores of hornless unicorns galloped into the clearing, whinnying and rearing their willingness to share the scant magic they held.

The spell Bob meant to work required three elements.  Now he had one ― the present.  The hummingbirds and hornless unicorns of the colorless world were gathered.

Together they circled around to the ground-level opening of the cave of the abyss.  Bob worried that he would not be able to contain the blending of the dark magic with his hummingbird magic for long enough to complete his spell.  It seemed to burn throughout his body.  Then he spotted Bedlam Thunder standing at the opening of the cave.

In a spiraling flight of delight Bob zipped down and circled the faery girl’s head.  At first Bedlam didn’t recognize him in his midnight colored feathers.  Bob chirped and tried to let her know it was him.  Then he remembered how he had told her his name when he first attached himself to her quest.

Fairy_CE Brock

He hovered just out of her reach, moving slightly up and down — bobbing as he did that first time.  His long tail feathers shot a static-like shock to her fingertips to remind her of the periwinkle muskox hair.  She gasped and drew back wearing a confused expression.  Abruptly, understanding spread across her face.

“Bob?  Can that be you?  You aren’t orange anymore!  But your midnight-blue feathers are just as beautiful,” Bedlam told him and stretched out her hands inviting him to alight.

However, he flew back to the sky, making a large circle around the hummingbirds of that world.

A loud clamor came from inside the cave.  Bedlam’s new friends grunted and yelled.  She ran inside the cave to help them.  Bob knew by the sounds what was happening.  The great copper battleaxe had awakened.  The mirror image of one in Thistledown it had power of its own.  However, where the copper ax in Thistledown would cleave something in order to create something new, the ax in the colorless world would sever and cauterize, creating a final separation.

The copper battleaxe had broken free of those who tried to stop its rise into the hollow heights of the cave.  Bob heard the beats from the drum circle as they used the cave to enhance the little magic they manifested with their drums.  He worried that the second element of his spell would not arrive in time.

Suddenly, a cloud of bats fled the cave.  Leather wings rustled as hundreds of bats flew out.  Dodging barren trees, they disappeared into the distance.

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The sound of the drums continued.  Rhythmic beats grew stronger, louder.  The dark magic of the cave blended with the drumming, amplifying.  The handful of drums began to sound like dozens as they banged out a complex beat.

Gradually Bob felt a harmonic vibration from the drums.  It became a sound of multi-part harmony.  A brilliant, many colored flock of hummingbirds soared out of the cave.

Briefly, the drumming faltered, worrying Bob.  He knew it had to continue to stabilize the dark magic.  He heard Bedlam’s voice calling for the drummers to continue.  He relaxed minutely.  Bedlam knew what needed to be done.

Bob trilled his joy as all the hummingbirds of Thistledown zipped and twirled around him and their brethren from the colorless world.  The hornless unicorns reared up as the brightly colored birds touched them, combining their magic.

Many Hummers Janet Weight Reed

Art by Janet Weight Reed

Bob flew to the opening of the cave.  He hovered, waiting.

Finally, several tiny avians carried a page from a book out of the cave.  Bob trilled a congratulatory chirp to them.  They brought the page containing the spell, A Perversion of Phantoms.

The spell was ancient, but hummingbird magic was older still.  The faeries of Thistledown had forgotten that the ancient tome, the Etheraris Spiregris, in fact was filled with enchantments based on the magic of hummingbirds.

Bob rested upon the page as the group of birds carried it high into the dreary sky with the other birds.  The text written on the page became luminous.  Bob soaked the spell into himself.  His new midnight-blue feathers glowed despite their dark color.

The hornless unicorns galloped in a circle below the hummingbirds.  They ran faster and faster, their magic growing as they ran.

The page containing A Perversion of Phantoms burst into brightly colored sparks.  The shimmering sparks exploded upward amid all the hummingbirds, and downward as well, to the running steeds.  As the sparks touched the steeds, their fur became shining white.

White Horses_in_camargue

Bob now had the second of the three elements he required.  The past.

The hornless unicorns whinnied as they felt their added strength.

The two groups of hummingbirds flew as one.  They circled rapidly in the air above the running steeds.  The circle spun faster until it looked like a cyclone of color.  It drew all the sparks that had once been the page from the Etheraris Spiregris into the vortex.

Shouting came from within the cave.  The great copper battleax had broken free.  The drumming stopped.  Bedlam yelled for them to keep drumming.

If the ax levitated high enough it would gather dark magic as it ascended.  It would forever sever the link between the colorless world and Thistledown.

Bob’s strength began to lag.  He knew he had to channel the darkest of the magic he had absorbed from the cave.  Somehow, he had to blend it with his own, even if it burned him alive.

Abbey,_Edwin_Austin_Fairies

Fairies, Edwin Austin Abbey, 1852-1911

Bob focused on the spell.  It was engraved on the race memory of every hummingbird in Thistledown.  It was a core component of their distant past.  Now the Thistledown hummers had brought it into the present.  The enchantment could easily be perverted in this colorless world, just as its name implied.

As the vortex expanded, exoplasmic figures began to move on the ground below.  They screamed in pain as they remembered their ending.  Substance had been given to the shadows that had long before been burned into the rubble in Bedlam’s terrible vision.  Bob knew that the vision had been a reality in the past of the colorless world.  He didn’t flinch as the phantoms rose up to surround the cyclonic mass of hummingbirds.

Bob chirped out the words of the spell.  The other hummingbirds added their voices.  The galloping steeds learned the spell and supplemented the calls of the birds with their neighs and whinnies.

The milky sun of the colorless world bloomed in brilliance.  Light seemed to bleed across the hazy sky.  Against the expanding sun was an enormous flock of hummingbirds of shimmering white.

Sunrise

Sunrise by Kirt Tisdale

Now Bob had third element of the spell ― the future.

The pristine birds flew amid the phantoms.  As the hummingbirds touched the phantoms, the ectoplasm transformed to light.  Healed, the lights soared into the cave of the abyss.

Bedlam Thunder and the others of the drum circle quickly left the cave.

“Are you sure you want to stay here?” Bedlam asked Fallow Blackmoon.

“This is where I belong, Bedlam.  I have a purpose here that I never had in Thistledown.  I hope you can understand,” Fallow told her with a gentle smile.

A copper glow briefly emanated from the mouth of the cave.  Bob heard the sound of the great battleax as it clattered to the ground.

The mountain trembled.  Part of the cave collapsed.  Dust poured from the opening.

“The abyss has closed,” Bedlam stated.  “But I can still feel the link to Thistledown.”

“But now you can’t get home!” Rotten Soulfire said as a horrified expression came to her face.

Bob dove down from the impossibly fast flight of the hummingbirds.  He rested on Bedlam’s back where her injured wing was tucked away.  Then he moved up to her shoulder and pulled at the sleeve of her yellow dress.

Bedlam unfurled her wings.  She smiled when she saw her wound was healed.

“Can you simply fly home?” Rotten asked in a doubtful voice.

DCF 1.0

More hummingbirds descended from the vortex, brown, white, and brightly colored.  They chirped excitedly.

“No, I can’t fly there on my own,” Bedlam began.  “But I will have help.  I believe I could take you with me, Rotten.  I think you would love your double there, my friend River Mindshadow.”

Bob could tell that indecision wared within the girl.  After a moment she shook her head.

“I’m not as brave as you, Bedlam.  But maybe another time,” Rotten told her.

Bedlam Thunder Bob the hummingbird fluttered skyward together.   The other hummingbirds from Thistledown gathered around them.  Hummingbird magic surged.  It spread across the sky like a multicolored sunset as they disappeared, headed home.

The vortex supported by the shimmering white hummingbirds, and the dull colored ones of that world surged and then flew apart.  The white hummers blinked out of sight.  The others chirped happily and flew down to the hornless unicorns as they slowed to a stop.

The sky transformed to turquoise blue.  The sun shone in brilliance in the colorless world.

I Will Give You Hope

“I Will Give You Hope” photo by Kirt Tisdale

The members of the drum circle murmured in amazement.  Fallow Blackmoon squinted, but she smiled as she gazed at beautiful blue sky and a bright sun unlike any the colorless world had known in its long memory.

The End

***

Faery Artists and Namers

My heartfelt thanks to everyone who allowed faeries to be named in their honor — and particularly to those who gave me permission to use their art and photos.  Here’s a shout-out and a huge “thank you!” to everyone, from me and Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam.  In no particular order: 

Annette Rochelle Aben Crescent Glimmer
https://annetterochelleaben.wordpress.com/ 
Colleen Chesebro Ember Beamwitch
https://www.amazon.com/Colleen-M.-Chesebro/e/B01N9MV2RX 
Barbara Murray Tinder Willowtree
https://www.etsy.com/shop/MurrayHillGlassArt
Marjorie Mallon Belle Stargazer
https://mjmallon.com/
Mary J. Mccoy-Dressel Calico Rainbowforest
https://maryjdresselbooks.com/posts/ 
Pamela Wight Dewberry Moonglow
https://www.amazon.com/Pamela-S.-Wight/e/B00AYXT6R6 
Sally Cronin Poppy Songbird
https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/
Adele Marie Park Luminous Twinkle
https://firefly465.wordpress.com/ 
Viv Drewa Meadow Glimmer
https://www.amazon.com/Viv-Drewa/e/B00J1PTJ20 
Christopher Graham Field Yewwasp
https://thestoryreadingapeblog.com/about/ 
Kirt Tisdale Skypainter Morning
https://thewallgallery.com/ 
Eloise De Sousa Blossom Stargazer
http://www.eloisedesousa.wordpress.com 
Tim Price Catseye Glimmer
http://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog  Royal Chimera
Robbie Cheadle Glitter Shimmerling
https://robbiesinspiration.wordpress.com/ 
Olga Núñez Miret River Mindshadow
http://www.authortranslatorolga.com/  Rotten Soulfire
Suzanne DeBrango Peaches Dragonfire
https://apuginthekitchen.com 
Victo Dolore Lavender Cozy
https://doctorly.wordpress.com/ 
Jan Malique Cherry Starlight
https://strangegoingsonintheshed.wordpress.com/ 
Andrea Stephenson Fallow Blackmoon
https://harvestinghecate.wordpress.com/
Barbara aka ghostmmnc Glimmer Stargazer
https://teleportingweena.wordpress.com/about-me-2/ 
Willow Croft aka the Chaos Fairy Whimsy Thistle
https://www.amazon.com/author/willowcroft 
Lavinia Ross Moon Shadow
https://salmonbrookfarms.wordpress.com/ 
John W. Howell Pick Dragonfly
http://johnwhowell.com 
Kathryn Pepper Stargazer
https://anotherfoodieblogger.wordpress.com/ 
Christine Robinson Willow Rainbow
http://cerobinsonauthor.com 
Wanda Williams Ivy Thistle
https://cookiesandmoo.blog/ 
Vashti Quiroz-Vega Desert Firesong
http://vashtiqvega.wordpress.com 
Dan Antion Carver Eastdoor
https://nofacilities.com/  Stranglevine Starquencher
Linda, Charmed Chaos Pippa Glimmer
https://charmedchaos.com 
Hugh W. Roberts Ivy Twinkle
https://hughsviewsandnews.com/ 
Hollyberye Holly Songbird
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCyWrV-dmm_oWHnc50YKSVnA 
Sarah Vernon Tipsy Cotton
https://firstnightdesign.wordpress.com/ 
Cecily Willow Stargazer
https://cecilyswritings.wordpress.com 
Teri Polen Royal Razorleaf
https://teripolen.com/
Christy Birmingham Rhymer Rainbow
https://poeticparfait.com/ 
Janet Weight Reed Valley Hummer
https://jcrhumming.wordpress.com/tag/janet-weight-reed/ 
Diana Wallace Peach Flora Twinkle
https://mythsofthemirror.com/author/dwpeach/
Brad Chimera Soulfire
https://writingtofreedom.com/about/ 
Sue Dreamwalker Drummer Soulfire
https://suedreamwalker.wordpress.com/about/ C52

Thanks again for being a part of Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam.

Hugs on the wing!

For an entirely different variety of “fae” read Atonement, Tennessee.  I’m currently editing book-2 and hope to publish soon.

Atonement Video Cover copy

Atonement, Tennessee

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Copyright © 2018 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene 

All rights reserved. 

This is a work of fiction.  Characters, names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. 

No part of this work may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.  Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

All images are either the property of the author or provided by free sources, unless stated otherwise.