Posts by Sue Hollister Barr

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It was hot.  I was the only passenger steaming up the Nile on The Sudan.  All rich wood and polished brass.  Built in 1885 for King Fouad. But in September 2016, my host and guide was a young, hot-headed, surly intellectual, who loved his country.  Ashore, amidst the ruins, he’d…

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And several goodbyes: OUT WITH THE OLD: Goodbye to Tales of the Storage Space, the saga of a Brooklyn building, down on its luck, which was once so much more. (I posted the final episode, Part 150, last week.) Goodbye to my weekly posts, which I’ve been doing since December…

Tales of the Storage Space, Part 150

Frank kept tormenting himself, over and over again, with the words his now-dead partner Alex used to use:  How could I?  How could he have let his own hurt feelings allow him to abandon Karen when she’d needed him most, only oozing his green-ghost-mist self back into the storage space…

Tales of the Storage Space, Part 149

Karen ran her fingers over ancient wooden carvings, which had lost all the finish that once protected them. The Storage Space!  Despite every possible inclination to the contrary, the thought of it suddenly intruded…irresistible and totally unavoidable. Along with that thought came a flood of memories, some not even her…

Tales of the Storage Space, Part 148

Tommy knew she knew; he could see it in her eyes.  But she went back to their Snapchat. WTFwasImogeneCoca:  But U def not father of my child cuz I’m still not pregs! Gently he rested a hand on her belly.  He could feel the baby moving about. ^URSunPC&proud:  cancer doesnt…

Tales of the Storage Space, Part 147

Imogene snatched the tablet out of Tommy’s hand when he stopped her wheelchair in front of the elevator.  But she was like effin’ distracted and all when he wrapped his arms around her from behind.  Again she was startled, and a little freaked out, because it felt good.  She caught…

Tales of the Storage Space, Part 146

The Storage Space would have yawned, rattling each of its individual storage units, if only a building could yawn. Karen! Despite every possible inclination to the contrary, the thought of her suddenly intruded…irresistible and totally unavoidable. Along with that thought came a flood of memories, some not even its own:…

Tales of the Storage Space, Part 145

Sebastian heard a clank outside in the hall, like someone had dropped something metal, followed by the footsteps of that person leaving.  The gun!  Shit! “Really!”  Fifi was looking up at him, coquettish. Sebastian clapped a hand over “her” mouth.  God-awful.  That’s what he used to call Fifi all the…

Tales of the Storage Space, Part 144

Karen could feel something alien in her, something slimy that slithered.  Faintly she found herself thinking about playing cards right.  Then she felt a different alien presence and found herself thinking about shuddering if only she cared. She pulled herself up short, finding she’d been rushing through the metal corridors…

Tales of the Storage Space, Part 143

Tommy like already had his hand on his tablet, wondering if he should admit that it was his and shit, when Wizened Woman announced she had “dreadful news” to tell Imogene. The woman looked down at the tablet she was holding, then turned to look up at him with ruthless…
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