New York Finale – A Sunday Short Story

~~A Fictional Tale~~ Part 1~~ Part 2 When you work with someone for many years you know their nuances and mannerisms. So when Calico had me in his nine millimeter’s sight on the one hand; his left hand was signaling our mutually agreed upon signal for the word, “run.” Therefore, l ran. I ran asContinue reading “New York Finale – A Sunday Short Story”

New York #2 – A Sunday Short Story

~~A Fictional Tale~~ Part 1~~ Having fled the edges of Sheol, and with no time to ponder how close I came to its shores, I changed clothes in my van, and arranged a meeting with my superior, Mrs. Greene. She prefers to be called Mrs. Greene; although, to my knowledge, she has never married, andContinue reading “New York #2 – A Sunday Short Story”