The techno-rebirth of the ancient tradition of story telling.
By Don Ray
(Originally published in Los Angeles Magazine in October, 1982)
Pauline Clark had been waiting, alone and anxious, for this moment. Her new gas stove had just been installed. She reached down for the porcelain-covered handle and gave it a cautious turn to the right. First nothing happened. Then she heard a low rumble that grew louder and louder—as if a freight train were rounding the corner from the living room and heading straight for the kitchen. Things began to shake. Knickknacks and cooking utensils jumped from the wall and crashed down onto the counter. Pauline tried to run but couldn’t. The whole room was shifting back and forth.
It was March 10, 1933. Meanwhile, Pauline’s Husband was trapped in another room. Read the rest of this entry »