by Velma Dinkley Originally serialized in the August ~November 1995 issues of Vanity Fair magazine It’s one of those days where I hate both Smith and Corona. Though they produce fine products for those of us who so unwisely decided we had something to say and needed tools with which to say [...]
Log of the Minnow: Jonas Grumby, Cptn. Jan. 3, 1967 I talk to her when she comes. Tell her what she needs and how its going to be and she knows it. She never answers but I know shes listening. She lingers. It chose her for me – it wants her to stay. Where does [...]
Log of the Minnow: Jonas Grumby, Cptn. Feb. 22, 1966 The thing is if I say ‘this needs to be done’ – whatever it is – then you better do it. I know Hinkley’s sneaking off into the jungle to build something. Its bound to be a raft. Whatever. He can chop down every last [...]
Prof. Roy Hinkley’s journal. 1/01/65 Happy New Year. I haven’t written in this journal in some time but I have two reasons for this, one mundane and the other quite extraordinary. Firstly, my ballpoint pen ran out of ink weeks ago and I have just now perfected the right blend of plant dye and pigment [...]
Log of the Minnow; Jonas Grumby, Cptn. Sept. 26, 1964: Shipwrecked. What looked like a squall three days ago turned into a tropical storm. Was able to maintain some course tho instruments were useless. Hull smashed to hell on the reefs out from shore. When night comes should be able to figure out where we [...]
She would have attracted attention even if she were mortal. She stepped through the gate with her husband and the other passengers of Flight 191 from Laguardia though she seemed…apart; insulated from the crush of bodies as if an imperceptible bubble surrounded her modestly-attired form, purpose concealed in chance. Pure supernatural subtlety. Heads turned, male [...]
As originally published in the September 1962 issue of Esquire magazine. Had you met this man just one year ago today, the surroundings would have been quite different. All necessary arrangements would have been made through a personal secretary and household staff. A limo would have been sent and one would spend the leisurely drive [...]
