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Fate’s Game – Short Story

A tawny colored hand, slim and poised, reaches out and tugs a slim red tie down into a firmer knot.

“Mom!” Ryan coughs and reaches up to where his starched, white collar is flared up, touching his chin…

Present – Short Story

A dark shape moved with the heavy sheets of rain. I counted the vague swirls marching down the sidewalk, reveling in the flood. The huge oak trees across from our building sat in pools, completely immersed to their roots. The shadows paraded down west 142nd street in a show of force against Manhattan…