Roberto motioned for him to advance. “Come, come here.” Martin took the few steps across the marble...
It was uncharacteristically warm in the ‘Doghouse.’ I had the rolling door open because I was refinishing a small dresser, and the...
“No, Signor, not this one, this one instead. Fifty, I charge fifty.” He spoke as he handed...
The first time I met Wesley Morgan. I didn’t want to like him. That’s a shameful admission, but it’s true. Wesley isn’t...
It was too humorous for Andrea to stand. This man growing impatient with him while he was trying to treat him honestly! ...
I was standing at the counter of my local Computer Fix-It Store- I should back up, here; every now and again my...
Gabriella was on a day of repose and he was alone in his shop that morning worrying over some small detail of...
“Tell me what?” Mother demanded. I elbowed my little brother hard in the ribs in the...
He had asked the man at the desk if he knew where there was a shop close by, but the man did...
This article originally appeared in The DogHouse Manifesto on October 27th, 2012. In view of some recent events, I have decided to re-run...
After dinner the two of them lingered around the table and sipped a coffee while Franco enjoyed his once a day vice,...
The church house, that’s what everyone called it, sat snugly if quietly and dangerously on the corner of Lexington Street at Jefferson....
“What the hell do you want?” He shouted as he threw the door open. I stumbled back...