Category Archives: short story
The Luncheonette
Written more than a decade ago and originally appearing here in 2015. The old man shuffled in the doorway of a Brooklyn luncheonette on a bright Autumn Saturday morning. The door was open. He breathed the air before going in. Fresh … Continue reading
The Clothes Line
A piece of fiction Freddie and Philomena Bartolomeo lived in a small 1 bedroom second floor apartment in Brooklyn’s little Italy along with their two sons, Fredo and Nicola in 1950. The place was small with four of them; little … Continue reading
The Picture
Young J. Edgar Hoover was tapping his desk with the eraser end of a sharpened pencil; it was habitual when he was feeling agitated. And J. Edgar was agitated. He kept staring at the picture in front of him and … Continue reading
The Succession
It is the Spring of the year 1553 and Edward, the sixth of his name, King of England lay dying in his bed. He was but 15 years old. His father, Henry VIII, of blessed memory had desperately wanted a … Continue reading
The Favorite
“Your Majesty! Your Majesty!” Elizabeth awoke from her slumber to hear her Lady in Waiting knocking at the door to her bed chamber. “A messenger from Cumnor Place with urgent news” Elizabeth immediately knew the subject of the news. She knew … Continue reading
Year of the Rat
Crawford’s business trip to Beijing was coming to an end. Tomorrow evening, after a grueling but successful negotiation involving a triangle of conflicting interests each armed with teams of lawyers, he would take the red-eye home to London. Crawford needed … Continue reading
The Introduction
“Comrade Balabanoff! There is someone here I would like you to meet!” Angelica turned around to face the voice. It was Franco, one of her colleagues on the Central Committee of the Italian Socialist Party. “Good evening! How are you!” … Continue reading
