“Come Rifka, it will be a game. We will be able to swim to the bottom where there is a playground and lots of children playing.”
Murder on the Danube
From the Terrace of the Hotel Fujiview; It Rained Last Night ; Advanced Intermediates; Abracadabra; Young Woman Bathing
Seaside mountebanks bemuse.
Practiced hands and eyes
contrive to extricate your
trick of hearts with some
success.
Bookish
As a prose writer now myself I am taught and retaught by F. Scott Fitzgerald and Penelope Fitzgerald, Bernard Malamud and L. P. Hartley, Sylvia Townsend Warner and J. G. Farrell. And Dickens, always Dickens.
The Wedding Specialist
Reba sat in her usual place in a chair next to the bride. Her head was bent over the list she held in her palm; accounts of gifts and givers. Rows of names neatly recorded against each gift, in her pearl-like handwriting. She had done this innumerable times, at every family wedding.
Writing Away to a Place Within Me
I was a lonely child who read Enid Blyton sitting under a guava tree in our rambling house in Calcutta, India.
Needing Help – Novel Excerpt
Jack twisted his body away from the explosions and dived behind some rubble in the Afghani village in Helmand Province. He could feel the heat from the blasts and ducked lower. The noise rose and fell in undulating waves that confused his ears and made him slap his hands down tight over them.