Tag: love
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Of love and hate
I gathered my beach towel and book to go up to her sixth floor apartment. I looked up to see her lean over the railing and throw my canvas suitcase over the edge.
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The young woman in the library
She was what used to be described in my day as a plain Jane — not to say she wasn’t attractive and not to ignore a seductive pursing of her lips.
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They had a life
People lose soulmates all the time. Many, perhaps most, get to a point where they can get on with their lives. Others never seem to get there.
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Perce and Isabel
PERCE NEZ drove from Fargo to Key Largo. Perce was a poet. In the phone book he was an Indian. He wore his long black hair in a ponytail. He built fences for farmers in North Dakota. Dug the holes, laid out the wire, strung it together, tight as violin strings. He carried a pair…
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Me, Sue and Blue
I don’t know which was worse: losing my girl or my white‐over‐blue Monte Carlo. My friends in the Midwest had warned me about New York. “You’re crazy going there without job,” they said. “New York will chew you up and spit you out.”
Mary Saves the Day 