1971, New York City I scraped the heel of my boot on the concrete, afraid to look at what I’d stepped in on the dimly lit street that smelled of piss and booze. Sounds of grunting came from the shadows and crevices even a cop wouldn’t dare investigate. An...
It had been a hard hot last two weeks of August for Ronnie. Carl had been in an ill-tempered rough mood. His last trip to DC had not gone well. Veronica had been in her own surly mood. Not being able to spend time with Robert meant her body was perenniall...
Veronica felt her son’s arms wrapped around her comforting her in her grief. Robert slowly released his hug and stepped back two steps. Ronnie smiled and pressed her wizened cheek into the black marble wall. She closed her eyes. It all rushed back so easi...
