Hugo Lasalle
Bio
Award winning short story writer and published novelist (under a different name) in a codependent love hate relationship with words.
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Stories (5/0)
Bone Dust and Cinnamon
Sid missed his wife. He missed her hoarse voice and the way she communicated with sideways glances, her sighs that fell halfway between a smile and a yawn. He missed her toes that were too long for her feet, her flowing hair that looked the way it smelled, like cinnamon, and her name that launched so many conversations--Harper Lee—not as an homage to the author of To Kill a Mockingbird, she’d insisted, but in honor of a hotel concierge in Kansas City, a story that improved every time she told it. Harper had brimmed with practicality, but she never let that undercut her sense of adventure.
By Hugo Lasalle3 years ago in Fiction
Beacon
11:11 a.m. Corridor A girl with bluish hair, her name is Auburn, whirls around and locks the parlor door with a key that she found on the mantle beside her grandfather’s clock, a grandfather clock, that arrived no less than twenty-four hours ago shipboard from the continent. Her grandfather accompanied his clock. Both are quite grand, her grandfather and his grandfather clock. Both are ornate and full of crannies, one chiseled by tool, the other by time, talking and ticking with metronomic precision during a tea-time rant over the state of Grandfather’s affairs on the continent and why his stocks have fallen, and his blood pressure risen, and why he has come alone and not in the company of Grandmother, who would have insisted Grandfather still loved his clock more than his wife.
By Hugo Lasalle3 years ago in Fiction
Sassafras Moon
The crowd outside the gates had grown into a throng of anxious scabs. They stood knee-deep in red mud in the shadows of Serafina’s fiefdom on the hill, hoping for food or clean water, praying for a chance at a better life. Two red flags above the gates meant Serafina would allow entrance to two new citizens from the ranks of cave-dwelling scavengers outside.
By Hugo Lasalle3 years ago in Fiction
