Did you know that I’m a published author?

Yes, I collaborated with Kristopher Zgorski (BOLO Books) on a short story for the HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN: Crime Fiction Inspired by the Songs of the Beatles edited by Josh Pachter, title “Ticket To Ride.”

Do you read short stories?

We received some positive responses to our short story and have done a few blog interviews to promote the book.

Below is a sneak peek

NOW
Perhaps Lizzy’s recent doctor’s appointments are weighing on us. Whatever the reason, this morning I feel an overwhelming sense that I am losing her, that she is drifting away, and my usual melancholy descends deeper into sadness.
The ancient television on our chipped Formica kitchen countertop flickers into life. Its black-and-white picture rolls, then comes to rest.
β€œβ€¦ a memorial will soon be erected to honor the thirteen individuals who lost their lives on that tragic day in 1993. Later in this special edition, we’ll talk with several experts who will explain how a senseless act of violence changed the city of New York….”
I snap off the set in disgust and shake my head, the only sane response to the naivetΓ© of these clueless newscasters.
I mustn’t let today’s anniversary get to me. Lizzy will know something is wrong, and that’s the last thing she needs in her condition.
Though I know I shouldn’t, I let my mind drift back thirty years….

 

THEN

The Monday-afternoon humidity followed me like a shadow, coating my dark brown skin with a sheen of moisture, like dew on morning leaves. I was on my way to a job interview, and it was hard to tell if the sweat was from nerves or the weather. A teaching job at one of Manhattan’s prestigious high schools would be greatβ€”I’d always wanted to make a difference in the lives of young people. At my current school, I was little more than a glorified babysitter.
I darted down the subway stairs, found a token in my pocket, and passed through the turnstile. I felt the breeze of the approaching train and smiled as its sliding doors stopped right in front of me.
A crowd streamed from the train, and I pushed against the flow like a salmon swimming upstream and made it aboard before the doors closed. I found a seat next to a young woman about my age. Her alabaster skin glistened in the dim lighting.
β€œDo you happen to have the time?” I asked. I almost shook my head at the triteness of the line.
β€œIt’s one twenty-five.”
β€œThank you,” I said.
At the next stop, several people got off, leaving the half-full car with some breathing room. A young man stood by the door as if guarding it. I had a weird feeling that something wasn’t right. There were empty seats, so why wasn’t he sitting down?
β€œA warm day, isn’t it?” I asked, attempting to prolong the conversation with the beautiful woman seated next to me.
Before she could respond, the young man began pacing up and down the aisle, mumbling angrily. I locked eyes with him, and his stare was intense and erratic. The woman beside me wrapped her arms protectively around her black purse. Was it possible that her white skin had become even paler?
I was leaning over to assure her that things would be okay when I heard a pop-pop-pop.
The kid was waving a gun with a randomness that bordered on chaos, and the train exploded with the sounds of more bullets being fired.
β€œGet down,” I screamed, diving for the floor.
The shooting continued, and the passengers scrambled for cover, screaming for help. Blood splattered on the car’s windows, poles, and floor, and the screams faded into moans, like the drone of a wasp’s nest before a swarm.
When the train finally stopped again, the young man dropped his gun and raced out the automatic doors, running toward the stairs.
There were screams and tears all around me. All I wanted was to escape being trapped for even a moment longer, but I remembered the woman who had told me the time just before the carnage began. Seeing her huddled on the floor, I reached for her handβ€”and that’s when I noticed the blood darkening her blouse.

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