Sprung upon

The day after the Shining Star closed I went for breakfast one morning to find that the Shining Star, a greasy spoon on Amsterdam and 78th had closed. It was Saturday morning and the people I shared my life with were still in their pajamas. Signs taped in the window said goodbye and thanked everyone … Continue reading Sprung upon

New York weekend

So we were back in hot, smelly, tasty New York over the weekend where it was too uncomfortable to stand outside and wait for a cab or an Uber. Forget the subway platform with its superheated unventilated barely breathable sludge that passes for air. Forget walking on the sunny side of the street. Always check the … Continue reading New York weekend

Carried off by the swift waters

“All right,” I said. “Tell me all about it.” Like I said, I had time and more than anything, I like a good story. Alder Fanspree got up from the bench and turned to face me and his wife. “I had just dug into breakfast, egg and cheese on a toasted roll, when a man … Continue reading Carried off by the swift waters

The whole damned city had changed

“Me?” I said. No one comes to see me. Not anymore. “You are Mr. Pyrus,” she said. It wasn’t a question. “Just Pyrus will do. My friends call me…” “We shan’t be friends,” she said with a sweet smile. “Can we talk somewhere?” Shan't we? Has this woman modeled herself on an Audrey Hepburn character, … Continue reading The whole damned city had changed

Yeah, yeah, yeah

It’s a bad idea, going after the woman. It’s already cost me a sport coat and pair of pants. Nice pants. If I think about it I’m already invested in this case. What case? She has disappeared up ninth and I’m a block away. On top of that, I’ve pissed off whoever Thorn works for. … Continue reading Yeah, yeah, yeah

She looks familiar, but then, everyone does at a distance

Editor's Note: this is a continuation of story started two posts earlier about a reluctant detective. You may recall that the narrator observed a man chasing a woman down Eighteenth Street and out of a sense of either chivalry or boredom decided to intervene. There's no connection to the most recent post, and no way to explain that … Continue reading She looks familiar, but then, everyone does at a distance

Catching up with an old friend

The woman passes below my window, my perch in the connecting corridor suspended over 18th Street between two buildings, the Flamm and the Mercator. She's walking eastbound on the south side of the street, sticking to the thin band of shade shiellding her from the summer sun. It's not her red hair that has my … Continue reading Catching up with an old friend