Hay Pole – DARE

Hay Pole - Hay Pounder

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She was a hay pole of a girl. Suitable, and allowable for silly dancing and nothing else.

A stick of five-foot three. Her swampy land too soft to drive a horse and wagon.

She was a hay pounder.






The Matmos, excerpt

The matmos was invented years ago for the veterans of The War, the men and women badly mangled by the clenched fist and trigger finger of political whim. Rather than mandatory euthanasia because they had nothing productive to offer to a war-ravaged society, these veterans were given a chance to live, a chance to be productive, the chance to do something. All because of the matmos.

The secret of the matmos lie in the peculiar way in which its cellular nervous system worked and how it was able to “reach out” to and connect with electrical signals, especially the human nervous system, and connect them to other electrical signals such as those controlling robotic assembly machines. This characteristic of the matmos was discovered quite by accident but it was an accident with profound effect. The matmos’ particular affinity for the human nervous system was a result of genetic evolution and early human cloning experiments conducted years before the wars.


Marge wasn’t thinking about the history of the matmos as she lay spread-eagle on the bed in Tony’s bedroom. Her scalp tingled from some effect of the hat Tony had placed on her head and her eyes followed the black cable running from the hat to what appeared to be a blue wash cloth in Tony’s hand. He smiled as he gently placed the wash cloth between her legs.
“Lie back, baby. You’re going to enjoy this.” He pressed harder between her legs and she felt the blue wash cloth thing quiver and come to life.

She arched her back reflexively, thrust her hips up and moaned. No thought percolated in her mind, her consciousness seemed distant, watching the matmos as it performed. Towering thunderheads, pregnant and roiling, threatened to split the black sky of her soul wide open.


(props to https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbarella_(film) for the idea)

Always, She

She spent her days in a dusty library, slowly wheeling a cart laden with books up one aisle, then down another, stopping periodically to resort and arrange the books lining the shelves. Sometimes, while she worked, she talked to herself. Sometimes she talked to the books. Always she searched for something that would make her happy.

Her husband ate the meals she prepared for him at home, usually without comment, then left for his study to work. Where once he had been affectionate and kind towards her, almost doting, now she found him only dutiful. It had become apparent early in their marriage that she could bring him no children so his resolve became to earn a living and continue his studies. As she was infertile, he felt she had nothing new or interesting for him, so he devoted himself to his work.

They lived comfortably and he tried on many occasions to convince her to leave her job at the library. It stung his pride to think she felt they needed the money. But she knew they didn’t need the money. She did it because she like the work. She liked the hours alone it gave her with the books.

Still, it gave her a no small satisfaction that her job hurt his pride. She never meant it as hurtful or cruel, but all the same she needed to have some effect on the man she married. For where he was dutiful, he was often obtuse. Where he was hardworking, he was often distant and at the office.

One afternoon he came home unexpectedly and walked in on her in bed, the coverlet tented over her raised knees, her hands busy under the covers.

“I forgot my reading glasses,” he announced flatly as he stepped to the bedside. Her heart froze on her chest pushing her to the teetering brink.

“You hear that noise? That buzzing?” he said as he scanned the room for his glasses. His expression flickered a shade of curiosity and then he saw his glasses. His typical distracted smile returned. “I’m glad you’re taking a nap. Enjoy it.” He picked up his glasses from the end table and kissed her forehead. A half-smiled was the last thing she saw before he before he closed the door behind himself.