EVEN BEFORE GEORGE realized that the beige Ford van was following them, he had felt a sense of growing anxiety. He did not like to drive in the dark, especially along strange roads. His calculations had not allowed for the fact that the sun would dip behind the high Western peaks at least an hour […]
“But I can still see the wrinkles,” the woman said. Grace studied the woman’s face, the dry, aged-parchment skin tight over the bone structure, pulled back taut like a slingshot. A broad smile, she speculated, would detach it from the skull and shoot it like a Halloween mask over the makeup counter. Grace bit her […]
It was the last sentence the woman uttered before she left the beauty shop. “Don’t worry. He’ll come home.” Virginia Sargent looked at the fragile Vietnamese girl sitting across from her at the manicure table. Intense in her concentration as she put the finishing bright cherry glaze on Virginia’s right-hand nails, the girl hadn’t moved […]
Fiona awoke, her senses alert to instant reality. She did not grope for recognition of sounds, shapes and texture. She knew at once what had awakened her. Oak leaves from the twin oaks in the garden, showing their first spring growth, rustling, making sounds like beans shifting in a bean bag. Then she felt the […]
This novel deals with the lost world of the Catskills 70 years ago. Did you experience this world as a child or through the eyes of relatives? The description of life in Brownsville, Brooklyn in the 1930s was typical of Jewish lower middle class life and aspirations at the time. Can you recall any depictions […]
“Oh to be in Washington now that April’s here,” Fiona said, sniffing the newly washed air, pungent with delicate cherry blossom aroma, the orange glow of sunrise rising above the glistening marble sheen of Memorial Bridge where beams of golden light bounced off the glazed haunches of the bronze horses that guarded its entrances. She […]
Barney Harrigan! The name, his voice, the memory stunned her. Her fingers shook and she steadied the phone against her ear. “Is this Naomi Forman?” the man inquired, still tentative and uncertain. The red numbers on the digital clock displayed three in the morning. The hour of desperation. No call could come […]
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