By L. Stewart Marsden
It doesn’t always rain at funerals …
For some the sky is azure blue, with billowy clouds and birds aloft;
For others, bands and fireworks fill the air with joy and glee;
Still others find rest quietly, at day’s last light
While a bugler plays atop a hill
As the still of night steals in.
My father. My children’s grandfather. My friend. by Jessi Clarkson, Skip’s daughter. You haven’t heard from my father in a while. He has been absent from this blog for health reasons. My sweet father passed away this Monday approximately 1:00 AM. My sisters and I gathered around his hospital bedside and held his hand as […]
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The Heritage A Short Story by L. Stewart Marsden It might have begun with Alex Haley’s phenomenon “Roots,” with its fictitious tracing forward of the ancestry and heritage of Kunta Kinte. When the TV series hit the airways, the nation became obsessed with the story — even though it was historical fiction. My […]
Dominoes L. Stewart Marsden Part One Frank Kramer rolled over and slowly opened one eye. The lids stuck from dried rheum, and he rubbed the mucus away. His vision was blurred, then cleared as he blinked repeatedly. The red digital numerals of his bed stand table clock blocked to form 4:30. He had awakened […]
It’s Not Easy Being Green L. Stewart Marsden Control v. the lack of control is a conflict I’ve lived with for most of my life. It’s at the heart of AA’s mantra — and gaining the wisdom to know the difference is, in my experience, a life-long pursuit. In retrospect, I’ve been far […]
The Womanless Man Continued, 10 L. Stewart Marsden Go to previous installment . . . Go to story beginning . . . * * * * * Almost immediately after the words came out Stew regretted them. What the hell was he doing? It was his old self kicking in — the one who wanted […]
The Womanless Man Continued, 9 L. Stewart Marsden Go to previous installment . . . Go to story beginning . . . * * * * * “A toast! Here’s to getting that cast off your leg!” They clinked glasses. Hers was a dry martini, his a Tom Collins. “I, for one, am going […]
The Womanless Man Continued, 8 L. Stewart Marsden Go to previous installment . . . Go to story beginning . . . * * * * * “Come in! Come in, please!” Stew was surprised and glad to see her. She stepped into the room. “I was in the neighborhood, as they say, and […]
The Womanless Man Continued, 7 L. Stewart Marsden Go to previous installment . . . Go to story beginning . . . * * * * * Mrs. McGuilicutty fluffed the pillows behind Stew’s back, then straightened the sheets that covered him. She reminded him of his grandmother — and even smelled of talc. […]
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