He came out of the warehouse’s dark hallway. Rita, who was twelve-years old that winter, noticed right away he had a familiar, pale, friendly face. He joyfully took her hands. “It’s so good to see you again,” he said. “I don’t know you,” she said automatically. “Let go!” He didn’t. Instead, he indicated an office…Continue Reading “Time is Like a River, and After Sunset, It Is Black”

“Please. Please tell them we had nowhere to go. We needed to run away.” Obviously they had somewhere to go. Unfortunately it was here, where trespassing is punishable by death. “C’mon, man. Stand up straight.” I nodded to the wall-length window, where the old guy trudged, trembling, his burnt and frayed canvas pants dragging on…Continue Reading “Lifeline”

Brutus, the family’s long-ignored Dalmatian, pattered into the dead Boy’s room. The lad’s clothes sat on brown bed sheets. A folded shirt, and pants. Mom and Dad shooed Brutus away when he begged for love. No pats. No scratching behind the ears. That gave him an idea. If he wore the Boy’s clothes, he’d be…Continue Reading “Be the Boy”

Wednesday October 24 1962 I was seventeen. “Happy birthday, Celia,” Shirley said. “We’re celebrating tonight.” She and Kath took me to the Kong Nam Restaurant: flocked wallpaper, Formica tables and lanterns. I gorged myself on chop suey and chips, and couldn’t face the fortune cookies, so I wrapped one of the crispy oracles in a…Continue Reading “Ticket to Ride”