Stories

Holiday Markets of Old Town Prague

Through the cold snow of Prague before Christmas, we walk from markets in Staroměstské náměstí to Mala Strana smelling the bread, fried meat and sweets of Czech delicacies. We tread the slippery cobbled streets carefully dodging tourists watching the astronomical clock in Old Town square with decorated trees and watercolor prints of the Charles bridge. The Christmas markets, selling trinkets that are not junk made in China, like in Napoli, but hand crafted amber jewelry from Poland. They have woven…

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Loading Dock MIA

“Don’t look now doll, but its mistah MIA his self” Lolita blew out a tuft of smoke and snubbed out her cigarette. She didn’t look at him. “You really wanna do this right here in the middle of the playground at recess?” “Did you get my message? I sent it to you this morning.” “So, what’s the story this time Ken?” Lolita turned toward him and held his gaze while she spoke, “and this one better be good, like you…

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Satyr Island

The storm of scuttling rats dropped from the barren palm fronds and began carving an elephant head out of the copious trunk of a lone tree on the deserted tropical beach. They performed under the spotlight of a half moon, which provided only a head and chest shot of their nocturnal work. Roused before dawn, Lolita thought she smelled fresh bagels frying but realized it was only the malodorous funk of her mate’s nocturnal secretions… Coral laced burnt umber hues…

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Lolita’s Ganesha

The wreck had brought endless days of floundering in fear, nearly drowning. Lolita started her Broadway career backstage as a wardrobe assistant before making her way in theater in New York. Just as things are taking off, she gets lost on a flight to meet her fiancé Ken in the tropics. She wakes up in Vienna’s Bermuda triangle three years later. Was it really only three years ago that brought this change? In her waking moments, the only life Lolita remembers begins…

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A place of lively comfort

The train whistle is familiar but muted as we glide along the tracks in New England from Penn Station in New York to my family home in Vermont. I go for the last time to visit the house I grew up in. My parents are thinking of selling it and I am headed out of the country, so I want to see the walls that kept childhood memories intact for all my return visits my whole adult life, one last…

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Cold Mountain Bayou

Waiting for a phone call was no different in the Czech Republic than anywhere else. Casey sat in the quiet Smichov flat as the shadows deepened in the courtyard shared with the building across the small cement garden of laundry lines and mounds of wild grass and flower bushes. December dusk came early. Normally she would still be at work but it was Saturday and her band members, Stergy, Lukas and Zdenik were supposed to come by and they were…

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Blue Angel

Casey Malone, an expat working abroad at a multi-national corporation abandoned a burgeoning singing career in New Orleans to escape from her mother’s past on the banks of the Louisiana bayou. From stormy love affairs, blues scene nightlife to wild rides down the narrow cobblestone alleyways of Old Town, Casey finds her inner voice, a compelling power that can save the man she loves and unravel her own tangled childhood. She races to unravel the tangled web she finds herself…

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Train from Amsterdam to Prague

Oisín dropped me off at the station, with plenty of time to buy tickets and get on the train.  After driving through Germany all day, I was glad to be getting home to Prague in a few more hours before work tomorrow. I was only a little concerned because I had to change trains in Dresden Central station, but no big deal, nine minutes should be enough.  I remembered, from arriving there on Friday, it would only be 1 stop…

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human

I am a man My heart is made of stone It is hard and heavy Forged of many centuries Earthen soil Weighs heavy upon it Outer shell hides what lies within Strength of fire is at its core Embers burning deep Energy lies dormant, asleep   I am a woman My heart is made of ice It is cold It is frigid It may shimmer, but it will shatter If you play it carelessly Surely you will break it And…

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Flat Fiasco

So, I moved to another really nice part of town, near Nam Miru, into a two room castle compared to my one-room deal in Mala Strana.  It took three and a half trips to move my luggage, but the trams ran right between the two places, within a block of the tram stop at each end, so my actual street time was very little. It was nice to have some amenities back.  I finally had a washer, (dryers, it seems,…

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