The Tarnished Ring – a short story

There once was a street urchin who played in the streets of London. Those were the days of horses and carts with the gutters filled with dung and sewage. The streets were a dirty filthy place to pass his day. “Ow” cried the boy as a merchant bopped him on the head. “Get you away……

To See (joined and reworked)

Writing fiction is a new endeavor for me. Comments would be great, but if I get far with this I’ll probably finish it separately for obvious sorts of reasons 🙂 I’m leaving the first two posts up but will remove them in a few days if anyone wants to see how it changed. To See……

Too hot to handle

“Hey you” I say to a passer by, “can you help me get my valise to the train? There’s a silver dollar in it for you” The boy, you can hardly call him a man although he appears sixteen and probably is married, immediately looks alert. “Miss, I should be delighted to help you.”, he……

Camera Obscura

I am an old, old woman. I live by myself, with my body barely working in a little one room house my husband built years ago. It was back before Adams was president I think. Now with Lincoln in the White House and the country all in pieces they say, well I don’t think I’ll……

The Wall

[First try at a short story] He was a small boy, no more than seven or eight years old. The middle child among so many. There were six children in all, three each boys and girls. His name was Moshe, or Moses as we would call him. The oldest child was Sarah. Sarah at fourteen……