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Short Stories

Mr. Addison Rockwell

Dec 8th, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories

“I’m sorry. What is your name again?” Mr. Rockwell asked into the cell phone.

“José. José Bordero.”

“José,” Addison Rockwell’s voice said. “I have to tell you something: this is no joke. You can’t go back on this. The last …



Diamonds

Dec 8th, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
…sometimes it’s the story that matters most…


You’ve got to be forgiving

Dec 8th, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
I’ve slept these streets. I’ve eaten throwaways out of fly-circus garbage cans. I’ve been beaten, had my whole world stolen -- not much of a world, a smelly winter coat, boots worn to the soles, a copy of Candide, lifted from the downtown public library.


I Keep Running

Dec 8th, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
AS THE NON-STOP RED-EYE FLIGHT descended into Las Vegas, I stared out my first-class window at the shimmering lights of suburban sprawl that grew like a cancer all the way out to the mountains, the peaks dark and jagged against the twilight of the sky.


Last Call for a Loner

Nov 1st, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
He had never belonged anyplace, and that realization was slowly dawning on him


A Man and His Train

Nov 1st, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
They were looking for peace, not majesty, yet the child had its own notions.


The Cashier

Nov 1st, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories

One day, he promised himself, one day he would change the nametag that said Petjan.

“How do you say your name? Is it Pet-jan (Pet and John with accent on both syllables) or Petjan (just really quickly Pe-gin)?”

He got …



Our Bus Driver, Fred

Oct 25th, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
I don't know why, but Fred was always talkin' to me. Maybe because we was both loners, kind of outcasts, but he was more friendly to me than he was with the other kids.


Christmas

Oct 25th, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
As the story opens, it will be my FIRST Christmas employed in a retirement home.


Ruthless Trust

Oct 25th, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
My wife says I’ve been sleepwalking again. Next she asks, “When’s Ben coming?”