Along with my childhood struggles at forming ABC’s into cohesive words, came a penchant for wanting to record what I saw and heard as life unfolded. Early on I concluded that my observances didn’t portend a great novel lurking in my head and heart—but there have been inspirational vignettes imprinted upon me with such indelibilty that I cannot rest without recording them. I mention vignettes; by this I mean outwardly unimportant occurrences occasioned by very much footnote people. Such vignettes would fade to obscurity save that I write about them.
Every few weeks I’ll post a short story from my collection. It’s not the world’s great literature but always entertaining and worth a read.
A Moment of Perfidy - a true story . . . well, read it . . .
A Moment of Perfidy . . .