I wasn’t among the fortunate to have seen sexy Brigitte Bardot sunbathing topless along Spain’s magnificent Costa del Sol way back when, but I could not imagine it being more breathtakingly impactful...
I was disappointed and relieved at the same time; disappointed because I’d wanted to meet Eddie face to face, get a bead on how all the pieces I had so far tied together; relieved because if Eddie onl...
I turned my head and saw the big lamps, and I knew it was Violet Atwater. When I turned back around Mack had slowed because of the fog. Through the mist I couldn’t see Greyson Manor any longer. Violet...
I took my time driving back to the warehouse to drop off the van. It would be the loneliest ten blocks I’d ever walked once I did, because I’d met Nancy. It is one thing to be lonely and ache for some...
I reached over and turned on the Buick Roadmaster’s radio. It was Sunday night, and the Jack Benny program was starting. Even Rochester’s interactions with Jack couldn’t quell my apprehension tonight.
I felt myself being blown about in a different kind of storm, my landing much more uncertain than those delicate flakes falling from the sky.
I didn't drink coffee but kept an old Mr. Coffee around because the Yankee Clipper, Joe DiMaggio, had endorsed them.
He looked like Ramon Navarro, back when Ramon Navarro looked like Ramon Navarro.
Ellen’s smile was like a lighthouse beacon, guiding me away from the war. There was something happening, and it felt natural, as though it was always going to happen, someday.
Dead men were always a reminder that your own time would come one day.
A singular, frightening truth begins to set in: we’re all just a few bad breaks away from falling through the cracks and disappearing. As society gets more distanced from human interaction by technolo...
Found what I believed to be the shoulder and managed to stop. It felt solid. The storm was interfering with radio reception, so I bundled up and listened to tapes of Alan Ladd in Box 13 and Larry Thor...
Without being able to explain how I knew, having no more experience than I had in such matters, I instinctively realized that she was extraordinarily beautiful. Yet hers was the kind of beauty that wo...
We’re certainly glad to have you aboard. You’re the top man in your field. I can think of no better case to start you on than that of Laura Blake. If one didn’t know that she was completely delusional...
We lived —or rather had lived —in a society which had come to view the father as almost superfluous. But people of common sense knew better.
The late afternoon sky over Paris imparted a softer glow to the city, hinting in a lover’s whisper to be patient with her, because the romantic heaven of Paris by night was only a few hours away, and...
The human heart buries memories of love, files them away somewhere when they don't work out, because it hurts too much to remember feelings that you have little hope of recapturing. The truth is, you...
She was the kind of girl any guy could fall head over heels for in five seconds and I was trying to decide if she was on the up-and-up. We'd talked and sparred and laughed, yet I still knew nothing ab...
She loved San Francisco but always remembered the happiness of that summer traveling through lovely towns like Gundagai and Tumut. The rural countryside was beautiful, and the people were always ready...
Perhaps I was in that season of winter in which all writers experience at some point. Did I still believe or didn't I? I had once, long ago. But years pass, seasons change, and hope and faith sometime...