The Linguist (Scene 7)

For reference, see character thumbnails. [Nell’s childhood bedroom; night; NELL is pacing and mumbling agitatedly; she hears a knock at her door; she goes to answer it] NELL:     [disbelieving]     William Farris is knocking. Now he’s in my room. [WILL starts to come in but NELL makes to send him out] WILL:     C’mon, Nell, don’t be … Continue reading The Linguist (Scene 7)


The Linguist (Scene 6)

For reference, see character thumbnails. [outside Abbott estate; NELL enters, fuming] NELL:     [muttering]     William Farris working here? As a gardener? The football player, the half-back, number 47, scored two touchdowns in the championship against the Barrow Bulldoggs during his senior year, scouted by representatives from Harvard and Yale? Six foot three with dark hair, tan … Continue reading The Linguist (Scene 6)


My short story published in The Elixir’s 2015-16 edition:


The Elixir

Speak by Katelyn Rochford-Price

The door chimed as she walked in, the sound almost lost amongst the gurgle of the espresso machine, the whir of whipped cream, and the chatter of caffeinated customers.

“Hi! Welcome to Starbucks,” he said brightly. Geez chill out—you’ll scare her off.

She smiled slightly. Hello, Jim.

“Would you like to try our new Pumpkin Spice Latte? It’s a seasonal favorite,” he said quickly. Slow down, stupid.

She shook her head. That sounds yummy, but I’m a creature of habit.

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