I view these shorter tales as scenes from movies I wanted to see.
Mordred, Mordred, Mordred... Ever the romantic of us all, I see. The love of a man versus the manipulative schemes of a dastardly villain, I know it well, haha...
Your writings always have such clarity of purpose, of meaning. I never feel as if any line in your stories could be omitted, either for their direct or indirect purposes to the story as a whole. That is a quality I cannot even attribute to myself, and so I am always impressed.
Although, I must admit, there is one line that made me laugh out loud when I read it: " Sarkin stood still in the middle of the room, his eyes closed, his hand on his temple." It's not a very funny line, I know, but it made me laugh because, out of all of the lines in the story, this showed your age. I could vividly picture the scene of an old black-and-white movie, complete with the "mystical" sound effects of the day. The humor was entirely unintentional and personal on my part, but still, I appreciate it.
Always good reading you, Mordred.
You're right about the mental summons scene being an example of hypnotic Nostalgia. I grew up before the internet, and my. Fetish was built on watching old, mainstream movies and television shows. This story, in particular, tried to recapture the tropes of those scenes.