Tumbarumba First Lines, #9 and 10: Jeff and John
Hmm, well, I missed yesterday, and also it may be that I cannot exactly count. So: two today, and two tomorrow.
The first lines of John Phillip Olsen's Tumbarumba story, "Birthday":Neil wants to drive faster, but the troop transport truck in front slows him down. In the back of the truck, the young soldiers point and laugh at Neil and his passengers.
And that of Jeff Spock's, "Of Love and Mermaids":In the morning sun coming hard off the sea the two children are profiles, jumping and laughing on the sand. The seagulls circle above the palms, hunting unwary clams or unclaimed French fries.
We sit at a table on the hotel's terrace right by the edge of the sand, sipping coffee. My left hand lies atop her right, holding hands with the practiced indifference of people who have held the same hands for ten years or more. It is a comfort, a reflex; as re-affirming--and exciting--as pulling on an old pair of shoes or re-reading your favorite book.
I snagged these two (along with Stephen Gaskell's) at Villa Diodati 3 in Nice.
Tumbrumba ships tomorrow. I can't wait!