Why was he late? This was the fifth trolley car that stopped on the corner of fourth street and the avenue. Each time a yellow trolley stopped, five or six people got off. One time...
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The radiator in the living room was hot. It made occasional banging and hissing sounds which the boys thought got louder and more frequent whenever they were alone in their second floor apartment. Not that...
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We walk into this dark, beer stained bar in The City and right away I know I should of left, but I wait. Po, the guy I’m lookin’ for, he ain’t here. But another guy, some big dude, all muscle, I only met one time, name’s Lucas, comes up and says...
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They met on line through neverbedumped, one of the popular dating Web sites. After about two weeks emailing each other, they finally agreed they should meet. Following the guidelines...
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“Listen to me Mark, please. We have to get out of here. The Governor has declared a state of emergency.”...
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It was the same day that Don Larsen pitched the perfect game against the Brooklyn Dodgers in the World Series. Monday, October 8, 1956. So many years ago. That was a big day to a baseball fan, especially...
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Just to be clear, what happened was an accident. I ran over my neighbor’s cat with a lawnmower. I know, sounds...
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The box was sitting in the basement of the house I bought, sight unseen. It was a large, rectangular, cherry wood box with a bright aluminum lid secured by brass hinges. For some reason the wood was...
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“I saw where we were voted the most unfriendly city in the world. Can you believe that man?”
“Where’d you see that, Darius? Who says we’re unfriendly?”
“Saw it in some magazine in the library. Something called Conde Nast Traveler, a supposedly...
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Fulvio Castellano woke up early. Something told him to get out of his apartment, what, he wasn’t sure. It was just a feeling. He got cleaned up, not bothering to shave and grabbed his keys. On some instinct...
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For reasons she didn’t fully understand, she lied. They were standing in her driveway. “He wasn’t always like this, you know.” She pointed to the...
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When my friend Tom suggested that I go to the dance, I shook my head no. That’s when he went to work on me. Wasn’t I tired of being alone?
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I sit on my front porch swing on a hot July Saturday afternoon. It reminds me of the way I used to feel in the summers of my youth, when it was too damn hot to do anything fun. None of the boys wanted to play baseball in that heat and by the middle of July...
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.....“Jake, can I ask you a question?” I nodded. “I want you to be honest, please, ok?...
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Billy stood on the porch behind the funeral home angrily puffing on an unfiltered Pall Mall. It was windy and cold, the kind of day he wished he didn’t smoke, or maybe that smokers still had the right to smoke where they pleased. He was looking at the tiny cemetery, his back...
Read MoreWhen Grace Dickenson’s husband, Pierce passed, she felt a disorientation she had never experienced before. She barely managed to get through the services and the legal thicket involved with transferring their shared assets over to her accounts. Most of this she...
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The doorbell rang, probably for the third time. Cameron Smiley didn’t hear it right away because he had dozed off. Begrudgingly, he climbed out of his recliner to...
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He sat in the green room waiting for his turn to go on. It wasn’t his first time, it was his second, counting the appearance he made on the local news back home...
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Wake up call here is 6:30, but I am always wide awake by then, usually for two or three hours. I retire, as required, every night at nine o’clock when the lights go down. Not that it actually gets dark, mind you. I can see...
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Jack Abington woke up suddenly. He felt disoriented, not unlike the way he felt when he was a little boy in summer camp for the first time. He took a deep breath and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He saw his footlocker first. Right, he thought, I’m in...
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