…There was a knock on his door. “Mr. Sambuca?” A woman’s voice, soft and tentative.
He opened it and saw a pretty girl, a woman really, who had passed girlhood a while ago, but still retained a pretty, youthful look. …
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“Are you sure you should be making this trip?” Sally asked.
“Nope. But I’m doing it. I saved my frequent flyer points all year to do this.”
…He was determined to fly to Newark, shop at the best Italian deli and stop at Calandra’s Bakery for Italian bread and Italian…
Read MoreI saw her in the hallway in the factory where I worked part time. She was pretty. Her dark hair and tan complexion, got my attention. We said hello as we passed each other. Our eyes lingered just long enough to offer a hint that we might be attracted to each other. Working my way through college...
Read MoreDanny McMeekin was perched on his icy porch roof adjusting one of his Christmas displays, securing a large, red and green sleigh driven by Santa Claus. Two elves were along for the ride. He was fiddling with a reindeer head that wasn’t moving properly. One of his neighbors, a recent retiree named Earl, walked across the street and said...
Read MoreOther than maybe on Christmas day, I never pour myself a shot of whiskey in the morning. But I did that morning. I had three shots, actually. The first one I sipped in a gentlemanly fashion. The other two I downed like I was sitting...
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