Departure

Departure

Departure 

by Robert J. Marton

Drive up Main Street on this snowy evening, you find it lonely and almost abandoned. Continue reading

Blood

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

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

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

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

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

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