Departure
by Robert J. Marton
Drive up Main Street on this snowy evening, you find it lonely and almost abandoned. Continue reading
Departure
by Robert J. Marton
Drive up Main Street on this snowy evening, you find it lonely and almost abandoned. Continue reading
Blood
By Robert J. Marton
Thomas Carroll was home sick that day. Otherwise, he would never have missed the biggest story ever to hit town. Continue reading
A Metal Plate in His Head
By Robert J. Marton
Gloria didn’t remember her father or mother. They disappeared from her life when she was two years old. She was raised by her grandmother: a joyless and unhappy childhood. Continue reading
For the Home Team
By Robert J. Marton
When they began dating, Helen expected that J.J. would teach her “the ropes” about love, romance, and yes, sex. Continue reading
Muttering Retreats of Restless Nights
By Robert Marton
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table; Continue reading
Choo Choo
by Robert J. Marton
Every morning, Ted Whitney donned a gray and white engineer’s cap, powered up the locomotive, and started the day’s schedule. The train made stops at various towns along its usual route, always on time.
Ted’s railroad always ran on time. Continue reading
Searching for Cousin Henry
by Robert J. Marton
From Sarah Mencken’s journal (1972):
I dreamed of being a lawyer, but I enjoy being a reporter and editor. I have been for 32 years. You might say it is in my blood. I am a Mencken, you know; related directly to H. L. Mencken, the famous writer for the Baltimore Sun. He’s a cousin; Continue reading