“Are you sure you should be making this trip?” Sally asked.
“Nope. But I’m doing it. I saved my frequent flyer points all year to do this.”
…He was determined to fly to Newark, shop at the best Italian deli and stop at Calandra’s Bakery for Italian bread and Italian…
Read MoreArmando Caparelli sat in his spacious home office late one morning in early December, sipping tea laced with anisette. He hated coffee. His consiglieri, Bruno Messina, was sitting in one of the chairs in front of his large, ornate desk going over the previous month’s take. “We broke a record last month,” Bruno said. “We took in more than a million bucks for the first time. Not bad for November, no?”…
Read MoreAngela and Tony had a great time at dinner. He took her to Nicastro’s, one of the better Italian restaurants in the neighborhood. Tino, the singing waiter, serenaded them. They started seeing each other regularly which gave Tony a chance to spend a little time with Jack. The kid was obviously angry with him...
Read More…Just as the car turned onto Fourth Street, he noticed a kid, maybe 12 years old, racing up the avenue. He was carrying a dingy-gray cloth sack. He stepped in front of the boy to stop him. The kid ducked under his arm and kept running...
Read MoreThe story you’re about to read is a love story told by a couple, Elizabeth and Del, who met at the start of World War II, fell in love and then, due to circumstances beyond their control, brought on by the war, were unable to see each other for three years. My name is…
Read MoreA woman had been found dead, apparently struck in the head by a blunt object. The crime scene team was busy checking for fingerprints…
Read MoreWhen he wasn’t there, she began to panic a little. She called out to him, “Mark, where are you?” No response. She turned toward the front door and saw her husband’s body lying in front of it. She ran to him and shouted his name. He was lying on his left side. When she turned him over…
Read MoreI was sitting in the student center around noon, drinking coffee and waiting for my girlfriend, Andrea. I had a lot on my mind, mostly trying to figure out how I was going to pay my tuition for the next semester. My father left us in 1961, when I was 14, for some...
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