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I have 63 stories published in
4 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 58602 times
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Chapter 7 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story
Just then the door is ripped open and the curtain pulled back in one practiced motion. The clanking night rattles wall to wall and the conductor's gray bulk dims the light in our cabin.
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Chapter 6 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story
But there was Melodie with her gold rims tossed aside, grieving for it, begging me, all set to swallow my head if I didn't comply, and let me remind you that we were laying in the scree and sand and broken glass and cigarette butts of a civilization gone mad...
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Chapter 5 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story
"Even those killers over there, they like the Beach Boys and they don't even know what they are hearing. It makes them smile. They can forget for a minute all the horrible things they have told me about their lives. Sometimes they will even start dancing and I will catch them and say 'ah ha you bastards, you like it- you are dancing and you don't even know it' and they will shuffle back to that machine embarrassed to feel happy.
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Chapter 4 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story
I descend the broad basalt steps into the Viminale, past yesterday and the day before, and stop for a drink from one of the hydrants that flow continuous sweet water from the aqueduct. I let it roll on my tongue as I walk in the shade of two thousand years.
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Chapter 3 from The Rotten Bridge, A Gypsy Love Story
"So there is your mother, she said in that music of hers that is like a hidden stream in the woods, "and the priest, and your teacher and the butcher - but no one is supposed to think anything of it. "And you, what do you think? I asked, pressing in closer. "It is very fun, especially for the children, and innocent. We eat cake and play games and sing and then we all bathe in the lake - just like any celebration really, except we don't wear anything.
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