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by Jonathan Ferrini Every day at three o’clock as the afternoon sun fought through the dusty windows and the high school down the street let out, a teenage girl would slip quietly into the boutique. She never spoke, never bought anything, just wandered to the same rack and lingered over a particular black dress. Minerva […]
by Jonathan Ferrini “Where’s Momma?” “Passed out cold from her morning fix. “My gang members are lookin’ for a score and think there’s money inside a storefront full of old pianos.”
by Jonathan Ferrini For Sale 1956 Chevrolet two-door Bel Air. Light blue and white. Blue rims and whitewall tires. Like New!
by Jonathan Ferrini “Momma, please wake up.” “Let me sleep, girl!” “You’ve been sleeping for five days. “I need to drive you to the urgent care.
by Jonathan Ferrini I left the Army exchanging my camos for a uniform consisting of a white vest, black slacks, and a clip-on black bow tie. I got the job from my commanding officer whose family owned a home on the shore of Lake Tahoe. He made an introduction to the GM of a five-star […]
by Jonathan Ferrini I checked in to the venerable hotel sitting atop Nob Hill in San Francisco greeting the cable car riders ascending California Street. It appeared in many well-known movies and afforded fantastic views of the Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco.
by Jonathan Ferrini “On behalf of the management and staff of the Lookout Lounge high atop the Grand Dame hotel of the beautiful ‘City by the Bay’, we welcome you to our New Year Celebration welcoming in 1942. “We’re joined by the Xavier Cugat Orchestra whose musicians of magic are finely tuning their instruments in […]
by Jonathan Ferrini I’m a “Slacker” and a “Gen Z basement dweller” according to my father who included these insults on a note with my personal possessions placed in our front yard for me to find upon returning from work. My dad is a hardnosed career civil servant managing properties owned by the State of […]