Ten Short Stories: By Nine Authors
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Edward Grosek
Edward Grosek has worked for Interstate Brands Corporation in Albany, New York; Fairleigh Dickinson University in Teaneck, New York; and Northern Illinois University in DeKalb, Illinois. He has published four books, numerous magazine and journal articles, and book reviews, and was, from 1999 through 2009, the editor of the Rockford Writers’ Guild’s monthly newsletter Write Away. In 2008, the second edition of his book The Secret Treaties of History won a first place writer’s award from the American Association of Law Libraries.
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My Winter in Britain, with Caesar
Paul Smith
Miss Lonelyheart Pays Back
Michael Humfrey
Family Confessions
Joy Rewold Schneider
The Tree
James Bellarosa
Tye
Bruce Muench
A Day in Dallas: What if
- the Eternal Question from History
Alan Youmans
The Squirrels in Town
Mike Bayles
A Smile for the Fry Cook
Connie Kallback
Lady Luck
Joy Rewold Schneider
The Palm Reader
Edward Grosek
Foreword
My motive for compiling and publishing Ten Short Stories was to provide a conveyance for authors of short fiction that runs longer than 1,300 words, the upper limit for submissions to The Rockford Review.
I contacted several writers I was acquainted with and offered to each a place in the book. For an encouragement –an inducement –I extended to each the opportunity of including an illustration to go with his or her story’s text.
Here was a proposition one should not refuse, yet some of the writers declined!
Turning down an (almost) guaranteed acceptance to publish makes no sense. Anyone with aspirations to be a creative writer should immediately recognize the value and expeditiousness of an invitation from an editor to get into print. For spending time shopping among the literary magazines and reviews for suitable publication vehicles and then submitting to one after the other is wearisome and frustrating –and expensive.
Anyone avid to show off and promote her or his artistry should, instead of refusing an offer or procrastinating over it, get to work –in our case with pen and paper.
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The various characters of the stories in this anthology experience conflict, risk, competition, and self-discovery. We think Guy De Maupassant would have enjoyed owning and reading this book.
Edward Grosek
egrosek@stny.rr.com
My Winter in Britain, with Caesar
by Paul Smith
I wanted to be tough in high school. I was, in a way, but not like some of the other guys. Once I saw a junior push in front of Metzger in the cafeteria line. We were sophomores. Metzger put his finger through the guy’s belt loop in back and hoisted it up about six inches. The junior yelped like a girl. The rest of us laughed. Then Metzger pushed him back where he came from. People like you when you’re tough. I’ve never seen Metzger in a fight, but everybody respects him. Even the priests here at Loyola like him. I was going to say they respect him, but the Jesuits don’t respect any of us sophomores, not even if you are first string on the football team that won the lousy Red Division this fall and vice-president of Sodality like Metzger is. Being tough was natural for him. Not for me, though.
One day we had a fire drill. It was the middle of January. We had just gotten our books out of our lockers, gotten a glimpse of father Beall patrolling the halls for latecomers, and arrived at Father Dunn’s Latin class. Metzger was with a couple other jocks in the front of the room. They were laughing about something. They got quiet as I got near. I hate that. Schoeneker came in just as I sat down and opened my Latin book to Chapter Eleven of Caesar’s Gallic wars. Schoeneker was my height, but slimmer and less of a jock than me. I went out for cross country. He didn’t seem to care if anyone liked him, and the funny thing was they did. I watched Metzger to see if he would shut up with his jock friends Scala and Fieberg or keep talking. As Schoeneker went past, Metzger hauled off and slugged him on the shoulder to show him he liked him even if Schoeneker wasn’t tough like the jocks. I put my nose back in the Gallic Wars.
Class hadn’t started yet, and Father Dunn hadn’t arrived. Suddenly Metzger left Fieberg and Scala and came over to talk to me. Nice sweater, Smith,
he said. I couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not because Metzger always smiled. It was like he was playing a joke on the whole world. Is that wool or the new polyester crap?
I knew it was wool, but I wasn’t going to let him know I knew. That wasn’t tough. Anybody who was a jock knew that. Even I knew, and I wasn’t a jock. You weren’t supposed to know if the sweater your mother bought you was wool or polyester or even rayon. You just put the thing on when it was cold and forgot it. Or better yet, you didn’t put it on when it was cold so that the guys could see you were so tough you didn’t need one. But then I saw Scala and Fieberg with sweaters on so I decided having one was alright.
It’s just a sweater,
I told him.
Nice looking,
he said. He touched the sleeve and started rubbing the material between his fingers. Scala and Fieberg laughed to themselves. I pulled my arm away.
What’s the matter, Smith?
he asked me as the smile went from his face. Did I hurt you?
Hell, no.
You’re awfully touchy, aren’t you? Maybe I should just forget it. Yeah, let’s forget the whole thing.
He started to go back to Scala and Fieberg. What? Forget what?
I asked.
He stopped. I couldn’t see his face, but I could see Scala and Fieberg. Their faces lit up as a look got passed between them. Metzger turned around and came back.
I was really admiring your sweater. You know, you’ve got a good build. Almost as good as mine. I was thinking, ‘Hey, that sweater might fit me if I asked Smith to borrow it, just to try it on to see if his build is as good as mine.’ But then I thought, ‘Nah, he won’t let me.’ Then Speedy Scala told me, ‘Hey, he does have a good build, so go ahead and ask him.’ So what do you say? Could I try on your sweater?
What? Are you cold?
I asked. I wasn’t going to make it easy.
I just want to try it on. But as a matter of fact, it is cold where I sit. Very definitely. Cold.
His smile came back.
You sit in the middle of the room. In front,
I said. Right here it’s cold,
I nodded to the window beside me.
Yeah, but you have a heater here, too, along the floor. Up front, for some strange reason, we have a breeze, and it’s cold. Brr, is it cold. If I could borrow your sweater, just for Latin class, I’d appreciate it.
He punched me on the shoulder like he hit Schoeneker. Good build, man.
Metzger’s reasoning sounded pretty funny to me, but if jocks like Scala and Fieberg needed sweaters, I guess he did, too. I took off the sweater and gave it to him. My shoulders were getting a lot bigger. I worked out after school.
Wool,
Metzger said as he looked inside the collar. That’s the best kind, Smith.
He threw it over his shoulders. I started comparing how he looked in the sweater compared to me, but gave up. He was a jock. He smiled and went back to his desk just as the bell rang and Father Dunn came in.
The jocks didn’t like Father Dunn. He was not like the other priests at Loyola. It was his first year here, and he wasn’t used to things here. That’s what I heard. How would I know? This was my second year, and I really didn’t know anything about anything. Loyola was only for guys. It was supposed to be special because it was all Catholic and up in rich Wilmette, which is safely outside of Chicago. I wasn’t that crazy about it, but I liked Father Dunn.
Father Dunn was that age between young and really old, a big span, somewhere in the middle. He wore glasses, had a sarcastic smile, and a way of putting you down so that he was the only one who enjoyed it. One day we had a surprise Latin test. We all did terrible, and Father Dunn picked