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Free Write #47: Everlasting Window – Walking down Roal Drive – Lee

by on Oct.24, 2012, under Entertainment, Free Write, Writing

Character Windows: Short little pieces of flash fiction that have characters from your novel doing everyday things. I’ll be doing this for my free writing for the foreseeable future. The goal is to help create highly distinct characters  for my current ongoing draft of Everlasting.

We’re starting a new window. Walking down Rodeo Drive! Except that we’re in Everlasting and Rodeo drive doesn’t exist. Instead we have Roal Street, which is the city of Qual’s equivalent. We’ve already seen the street in the prior windows, so this will be more or less a re-hash, except the characters will be focused more on the street itself rather than the theater that resides on it.

Today’s piece is Lee walking down Roal Street. To read Lee’s prior windows click here.


Everlasting Window – Walking down Roal Street – Leonard
By Nojh Livic 

Lee kept to the sidewalk. Strangely enough it seemed that the was less likely to run into anybody, or anything on the sidewalk than if he walked in the street. He remembered Qual from his childhood but he did not remember it being this busy or this crowded. Horses, carriages, and even the occasional transport, which had slowed Lee’s progress down the still pedestrian heavy street as he stopped to examine each of them as they drove by.

It was early morning and Lee had awoken to a note saying Marla had opted for a day of shopping. The meeting with the count had gone well. He now had operating cache to continue his research, as well as buy food and supplies to take back to the house. He had expected that was what Marla meant when she left her note, however her instructions had said he could meet her at Rudy’s around second pop. He vaguely remembered where Rudy’s was and had to ask one of the hotel staff for directions. It had apparently moved to some place called Roal Street.

As Lee made his way on foot to this new location, he began to notice how the architecture changed as he neared the street. Simple shops changed into elaborate storefronts. Above them lofts began to show extra attention to decor and one almost never saw laundry hanging out the windows. Cart vendors slowly thinned, as did the street traffic, although not enough to let him use the street with ease. By the time Lee was on Roal Street proper he realized Marla’s intent was less practical and more commercial.

Roal Street, it turned out, was a place where most shoppers were just as concerned at being seen as doing the seeing. This made Lee uncomfortable and for a moment he considered circumnavigating the entire street and approaching Rudy’s from another direction. However a nearby pop candle’s quiet single pop told him he didn’t have the time to get himself lost in the city, which he would almost certainly do.

He was only uncomfortable for about ten steps before a style of transport huffed its way down the street and came to a rest only a few paces away from him. He was captivated almost immediately, halting in his tracks, much to the surprise of the shoppers behind him who bumped into him. He murmured a half-hearted apology as he watched a servant climb down from atop the transport, then help a lady out of it, then several children. The man waited by the transport as his former passengers wandered into a shop.

Lee wandered closer to the mobility machine. It was supported by wheels and obviously directed by controls from the top forward part of the machine, not unlike a four-wheeled stagecoach save there were no horses pulling it. The carriage sat behind and below the operator and was completely enclosed. He noted the back of the machine held shelving which already had several shopping bags and boxes strapped in it. The majority of the mechanics needed to propel the device appeared to be under the carriage. Lee could see signs of large steam chambers but he would need to crawl under the transport to get a good look at how the suspension and steering worked. He half considered asking the servant save that the man was already giving him odd glances. With a sigh Lee moved on.

The buildings were almost as extravagant as the transport. Window displays were common, showing the types of wares each shop offered. Most offered some style of clothing although there were others that offered more mundane items that appeared of either better quality or more audacious. He stopped in front of a window to a shop that apparent sold luggage of a type. His own luggage for the strip had to be more than ten cycles old and he vaguely considered going inside. The samples provided by the windows proved daunting however. Garish and somewhat offending colors and odd shapes covered shelves. Although they had a basic automata in the far window that was showing off how to open and close one of the more irregular shaped pieces of baggage, he still opted to keep moving.

Lee wondered if Marla would actually buy anything from any of the shops here. She had equal access to their funds, mostly because she handled more of the logistics of the laboratory than he did. He wouldn’t begrudge her if she did but he didn’t think anything here was really her style. Then again, he mused, she had pointed out more than once that he had no real sense of style, at least when it came to fashion.

Art, on the other hand, he could appreciate. There was a small art gallery tucked in between two rather large emporiums that Lee almost missed, save that man exited from it quickly and almost blindly walked into him. Quick apologies exchanged, Lee glanced around for a candle and discovered an actual clock hanging inside the doorway. He moved to examine it both to determine if he had some time to look around and to see how it worked.

Nearly a fourth of a pop later Lee exited carrying a small package and made his way quickly down the sidewalk in the direction of Rudy’s. The clock was no longer hanging on the wall of the art gallery and he now had no ground to stand upon if he wanted to chide Marla about buying out an entire dress shop.


Lee likes art! Kinda!  I always knew I wanted Lee to be a little absent-minded. I made a conscious decision to have Lee pay less attention to the people of Roal Street than the buildings or the mechanical wonders that might have been on display there. I felt it fit in more with his character. Others will likely pay more attention to people in general, or certain  types of people, or the types of goods in the stores. We’ll just have to see who!

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Free Write #40: Everlasting Window – Buying a theater ticket – Leonard

by on Sep.05, 2012, under Entertainment, Free Write, Writing

Character Windows: Short little pieces of flash fiction that have characters from your novel doing everyday things. I’ll be doing this for my free writing for the foreseeable future. The goal is to help create highly distinct characters  for my current ongoing draft of Everlasting.

Today’s piece is Leonard buying a theater ticket.


Everlasting Window –  Buying a theater ticket – Leonard

Lee stood in line for the ticket counter with his hands in his pockets. There were only two people ahead of him in line. When Lee arrived there had been five and that felt like an hour ago. It had been three minutes. He slowly leaned back and forth, putting pressure one foot, then the other, letting his attention wander up and down the street outside the theater house. It was mid afternoon in Qual and Marla had heard that Leons Swalari was directing an operetta, or rather his operetta, as a special engagement.

So she had blackmailed him into buying tickets while she found them some appropriate attire.

Lee took a step forward as the line moved forward and idly reached up to scratch his face and pull the tip of his hat down against the sun. He looked somewhat out-of-place if only because he was in a line composed of mostly servants. This didn’t bother him so much as the looks they gave him for it was obvious to them with their trained eyes that he was not. There were other lines for ticket purchases but Lee had chosen this particular one for two reasons. First the line was shorter. Secondly because this line was reserved for some of the best seats in the theater. While he may have grumbled about the idea of going, if Marla was interested in seeing it, it was worth seeing from the best vantage point he could afford.

And since he had recently received his first stipend from Count Williams, he could afford a good amount.

“Yes. Um. Two please,” Lee said as he stepped up to the window. The ticket master almost imperceptibly raised an eyebrow.

“Two what, sir?” the ticketmaster said.

“Tickets. For the operetta tonight. Leons Swalari…” Lee had thought this obvious but the man still continued to give him a passively disapproving look.

“Yes, Sir. And your mode of payment?” the ticketmaster asked. Lee reached into his coat and pulled out a billfold. He held it for a second, still amazed at its new-found weight, then opened it and selected a check. Most of his money was held in trust in the Qual City bank. Count Williams simply issued him checks to write debts against the account setup. Easier to pay for large orders of lab equipment than having to pay by hand.

At the sight of the noble crest upon the check, the ticketmaster blinked, then schooled his features again. Lee didn’t bother to hide a smirk. “Very good, Sir. What type of seats would you prefer?” Lee’s smirk vanished replaced by slight look of hopeless annoyance. He knew, of course, that there were different types of seats but he had no experience in the matter.

“Do you have a map?” Lee asked simply. He had no experience so he simply would have to learn. It was now the ticketmaster’s turn to frown.

“I’m sorry, Sir. We do not-” he began. Lee, as well as the servants behind him, was growing a little impatient. He places his hands on the counter and leaned forward.

“Then I’ll describe what I need. Two seats, together, with an unobstructed and excellent view of the stage but not too close to the sound amplifiers as to be deafening. In comfortable seats, obviously.”

The ticketmaster leveled an even gaze at Lee for a moment, then gave a curt nod. “I believe we can accommodate you, Sir. One moment.” He turned and began depressing knobs on the ticket machine next to him. A moment later freshly pressed tickets were delivered on a tray. The ticketmaster passed them towards Lee.

“Thank you!” Lee said, picking them up and putting them safely in his billfold.

“That will be three thousand prupe,” the Ticketmaster stated. Lee lifted an eyebrow, suddenly suspicious. He glanced behind him, knowing the other servants were listening in even if they pretended to be paying attention to various signs of upcoming attractions. The one immediately behind him, perhaps eager to purchase his own tickets, gave Lee a small and curt nod.

“Sounds good.” Lee said. He wrote the amount onto the check, signed it, and handed it over to the ticketmaster. Giving him a smile, Lee turned and walked briskly away. When he was a small distance away, he let out of huge sigh of relief. Now to find Marla.


This one ran a little long. I was aiming for 250 words. This one is 750. But it’s my first window. And I think it works? We’ll see. Maybe I’ll get to know Lee a bit better. He seems the kind of person to push through pressure, despite being obviously uncomfortable around it. We’ll see if he evolves more over the span of these windows.

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