Fiction

1943, Budapest

   We wind up the narrow stairs you find in the old farmhouses in Bucks County, Pennsylvania.  This land of rolling hills was once traversed by the Turtle Clan of the Lenape.  The Europeans arrived, building stone houses like...

PART TWO    Franklin was flattered. Fifi knew that a long time ago he had been a songwriter, and some of the children’s songs he and his writing partner had written were still around.     “When we get home I...

   With 30 minutes remaining before his daughter’s transcontinental flight was scheduled to land, Franklin made his way to the gate.

Do not look for fairies In these glens. I have come, far too late, to see the old things, Even to see my granddad’s birthplace. “ ’Twas last a stable,” I was told. But Ireland is changed now, And I find the old barn...

   My sister Nancy, brother Murray, and I, the youngest, would go to Grandpa’s farm each summer while my mother was teaching art at Tripp Lake Camp in Maine. We loved it and looked forward to it each spring. In the car after being...

   Wally was turning 90. I never thought he’d make it past 70 so it was cause for celebration. I blew up the green balloons that I had left over from St. Paddy’s Day and made Jimmy go out and get a cheap cake. News of a party...

February 15, 1968, Quang Tri Province, Vietnam    I’m in my 9th month of a 13-month tour as a Marine grunt, leading a rifle platoon of salty Marines, Delta One, on a combat patrol.  Mad Dog, the Company commander, has given me...

   When his once beautiful East End Avenue view was blocked by a new high-rise, Seth T. Schmule, Esq., had to stop using his telescope. He had recently taken the developer to court for obstructing his view, and lost. Now Seth could only...