Stilettos by a Gravestone
“Aargh, these weeds. And I was just here,” Shifrah Fogel Bernstein thought, as she got to her knees to yank out the invaders, the botanical equivalents…
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“Aargh, these weeds. And I was just here,” Shifrah Fogel Bernstein thought, as she got to her knees to yank out the invaders, the botanical equivalents…
I remember. Finding you, there seeing you lay so still The air itself dared not to disturb. your frail body, So still…”
The window display in the Goodwill relied on an imaginative employee. Sometimes washed, occasionally smokey, and…
Awais had a great thirst for adventure. During his college days he toured several places with his classmates in a college bus.
It was me who dropped the box of Band-Aids into the toilet. None of us wanted to admit it, but Ben and Jimmy had had nothing to confess.
Outside, the hot August sun branded everything in its path, seeking out every cleft and angle. But not here. Room 263 of the Samaritan Home was…
Ex-husband with new woman; This one counts. Words of admiration Roll off his well-kissed lips. He gushes her accomplishments. We’ve been here before.
When we made love, I thought of nothing but the parakeets. They were four floors below in Samantha’s study. I feared they were starving.
A wise old art dealer in Amsterdam liked to tell a particular story, over appelflappen and coffee, of when he was not so old and not so wise.