Monthly Archives: March 2014

The Toe Ring

Italian football star Darian Bell sat in a posh hotel room and faced the biggest choice of his life. For the past dozen Sundays, he’d been at the Milan Airport reception gate, waiting for the flight that would bring his … Continue reading

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Keeping Watch

A passive young boy had gone missing on a private Gloucester beach, and Detective Detaine’s investigation had led him nowhere. The boy’s companions that day were from powerful families and Detaine, experienced but new to the town, was being stonewalled … Continue reading

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Tales of The Prune

The first known domestic cat in the New World was in the possession of a group of Native Americans, and two simple Pirates were tasked to retrieve her. Word came that “The Prune”, a diminutive Calico, was in an area approximately … Continue reading

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The Dannet Conundrum

Sally Henderson was the receptionist at Dannet Academy, one of Connecticut’s foremost private high schools. A photographer unknown to the school had offered his services to convert the Academy’s 40,000 photographic negatives to the digital format, in a permanent database—entirely school-owned. … Continue reading

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Faces in the Window

When Rob Pistori told me his industrial glass solution tube had been chipped in transit and was heading back to the manufacturer next week, I didn’t care too much. Then when I saw the thing, and its gargantuan size, I … Continue reading

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The Attic Trunk

It was the summer of 1978. The three of us, thirteen-year-old neighborhood boys, stood in front of the old abandoned Maxim house. Old lady Maxim had been dead for a few years. She’d been a crabby one, to us, to … Continue reading

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One Small Boat in the Dunkirk Rescue

Alice Prichard stood on the dock and scanned the dozens of dissimilar boats as they approached. The sea was filled with craft! Soldiers half her age disembarked, giddy with the prospect of being back in England—of being alive—after their Expeditionary Force … Continue reading

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