Where I'm Calling From: New & Selected Stories.

Where I'm Calling From: New & Selected Stories.

Language: English

Pages: 0

ISBN: B00DDDA8Y4

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Where I'm Calling From: New & Selected Stories.

Language: English

Pages: 0

ISBN: B00DDDA8Y4

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


The Animal Girl: Two Novellas and Three Stories

A Guide to Being Born: Stories

Nouvelles noires

Collected Short Stories of Bertolt Brecht (Methuen Drama)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

written a poem and he was in it. She told him that she was writing a poem about what it was like to be an Air Force officer’s wife. The poem wasn’t finished yet. She was still writing it. The blind man made a tape. He sent her the tape. She made a tape. This went on for years. My wife’s officer was posted to one base and then another. She sent tapes from Moody AFB, McGuire, McConnell, and finally Travis, near Sacramento, where one night she got to feeling lonely and cut off from people she kept

hip. “Mike?” “What is it, Nan? Tell me what it is.” “I wish you’d rub me all over,” she said, turning onto her back. “My legs and arms both hurt tonight.” She raised her knees to make a tower with the covers. He opened his eyes briefly in the dark and then shut them. “Growing pains, huh?” “Oh God, yes,” she said, wiggling her toes, glad she had drawn him out. “When I was ten or eleven years old I was as big then as I am now. You should’ve seen me! I grew so fast in those days my legs and

food, he headed for the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and then closed his eyes and then looked again. He opened the medicine chest. He found a container of pills and read the label—Harriet Stone. One each day as directed—and slipped it into his pocket. He went back to the kitchen, drew a pitcher of water, and returned to the living room. He finished watering, set the pitcher on the rug, and opened the liquor cabinet. He reached in back for the bottle of Chivas Regal. He took two

reason why. I ran to my room and locked the door. He left that night, he took his things, what he wanted, and he left. Believe it or not I never saw him again. I saw him at his graduation but that was with a lot of people around. I sat in the audience and watched him get his diploma and a prize for his essay, then I heard him give the speech and then I clapped right along with the rest. I went home after that. I have never seen him again. Oh sure I have seen him on the TV and I have seen his

we’d leave and go to her place to finish things. I’d just ordered two more from Hannah when this spade named Benny came over with this other spade—this big, dressed-up spade. This big spade had little red eyes and was wearing a three-piece pinstripe. He had on a rose-colored shirt, a tie, a topcoat, a fedora—all of it. “How’s my man?” said Benny. Benny stuck out his hand for a brother handshake. Benny and I had talked. He knew I liked the music, and he used to come over to talk whenever we

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