“If only my intended assassin had been as determined as your actual assassin was,” John F. Kennedy spoke to the portrait of Abraham Lincoln hanging on the wall of the Oval Office. Kennedy stood in front of the very desk where...Read More
Carmine Tortola and Andrew (Andy) Higgins are residents in the Esplanade, a facility for independent seniors where my wife, Anita, and I live. Carmine’s room is on the third floor, the same as ours, but closer to the...Read More
In the days when Tsheko and his San tribe still wore animal skins and walked barefoot, they saw their world in the Kalahari Desert as a free and wholesome place. Throughout summer and winter, they would roam the red dunes, arid...Read More
Barry and Alex strutted down the street, arms swinging, buoyed by the smoke bombs and bang snaps bulging in their pockets. For them, the sidewalk was for stepping on the curb and pretending to dance a tightrope. Cars beeped at...Read More
“The countries we long for occupy a far larger place in our actual life, at any given moment, than the ordinary country we happen to be in.” Marcel Proust He was embarking on a journey to a faraway place, an undiscoverable...Read More
Lori puts aside the stack of papers she has been marking at the kitchen table, yawns, and gets up to look for her backscratcher. It’s that darn itch between her shoulder blades, just a fraction of an inch farther than she can...Read More
While Willie watched football on a Sunday afternoon, Annette went to the grocery store because they were both on a diet and there was nothing safe to eat in the house, “Life is a diet,” Willie said. “It is if you want to keep...Read More
When Vietnam took all the boys and splayed them on the evening news, a boy, like most boys emulating most men, but especially in uniform, I was smitten with TV shows on World War Two, diluted versions without the gore, without...Read More
“Scares the wits out of folks, Celeste Harrison does.” Mrs. Percy was reporting the daily news to Mr. Percy, who was trying to read the daily newspaper over his morning coffee. “Are you listening to me, George?” “Mmm hmm.”...Read More
Se’rov woke suddenly as the daylight slowly died behind the western mountains. The young man had spent the day in restless sleep, bitter visions of the hateful dead haunting his dreams as he awaited the coming night. Startled...Read More
Past the shattered tree line stood nothing but decadent ruins, and so the Committee decided that this, then, was where they would build. Ashes of the last century puffed, swanlike, into the acrid air as they were lifted by the...Read More
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