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There’s a stage in the life of a man, when in the middle of a fall afternoon, likely a Friday, he’s in his yard raking leaves maybe, or getting the mail. He’s not wearing a stretched-out cardigan, one with those … Continue reading →

Albert Siegel had a day off, a miserable Monday, and risked going out for a walk in the park not yet off limits. Even as he walked the paths, he noticed the very few other walkers hurried along, heads bent … Continue reading →

Some people said good night or words to that effect. Some nodded their heads as if acknowledging my humanity. A couple of young things smiled, almost shyly, and hurried out. I figured they felt guilty or something that I was … Continue reading →

 (This is an attempt to emulate Shirley Jackson’s view of the world.) The mother other took another deep breath, holding onto her temper. Finally, she gave the little boy another five dollars and pointed to the ice cream van. “Just … Continue reading →

Morels! They nearly covered the floor of the forest. So many it was like a carpet, a carpet of fungi. Could there ever be too many? Too much of a good thing. Justin checked his guide for the umpteenth time. … Continue reading →

Every word of this story is true except those which are not. The year is 1977 and I’m at Tufts pondering whether to major in International Affairs (IR), History, or just Poli Sci. Poli Sci was easier of the two, … Continue reading →

Geoffrey Lewis looked south where the clouds had gone greyer and lower. Nothing. He listened for the helicopter. Maybe with weather coming in, they’d take the big aluminum boat with the warm cuddy cabin. But all he heard were waves … Continue reading →

Harry made suggestive gestures around the voluptuous crystal ball. Eyes rolled back into his head, he chanted words that could have been Arabic, he even invoked Allah, with a smattering of Hebrew he recalled from a Bar Mitzvah, but most … Continue reading →

The faded remnants of the 14th Brooklyn marched across a freshly harvested cornfield, the dried stalks stabbing at their legs.  Beetles and aphids, stink bugs and mosquitoes, rose from the rotting husks. And dust. Dust lifted with every step, covering … Continue reading →