Smitty isn’t Schulte. He doesn’t drive a Cadillac and doesn’t hit his wife often any more. Schulte, on the other hand,
It’s midnight in New York and in this tall building Herb and Molly are in bed making love. Molly is a virgin
It’s Rocky’s Diner but it’s Brenda’s counter, been that way for 10 years. Brenda has her regulars who want the Special of the Day.
If I hadn’t died, I’d still be bouncing along in that Greyhound bus through the mountains swigging a Coke.
She walks the rack of bright frock… as her husband, an Angus aging, paws at the carpet behind her. She wants the right dress to make verdant again the hills
My boss has a problem with God or rather a problem with me because I believe in God and he doesn’t. Or so we discover
I learned a murmuration is a flock of starlings whirling and turning in the sky, changing directions in a second, flying back again, blackening
He slaughters his hamburger steak with a fork and a butter knife, massacres ringlets of onions again and again thumps catsup all over
She’s been a widow a year now and at times she still misses him when she drives past the steak house where he
Walking very slowly, ancient Wall… right behind his ancient Molly who… stepping down the garden path, her first time out in weeks, wobbly still on her new knee.
Every time we have a big election in America, my wife of many years asks me if I’m going to vote in the primary although she knows I never do because one has to decl…
Memories never go away. They’re visitors from yesterday arriving unannounced often to a mixed reception. Faces aren’t clear but
Rose was a plain girl from a small town. She sang in the choir, never missed Bible study, left for the big city
There are good souls who say poverty need not always be with us who say there’s a way to make it disappear
Noon meal at the nursing home and everyone is there chowing down and talking. Before dessert is served there’s an announcement to be made
