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Dedicated to Paul Auster


“You’ve enhanced my life,” Marcello whispers to Beulah as he walks her at Piedmont Park. “It’s not only about the exercise I am getting from walking you. It’s also about the new women I am meeting at the park. These women, Beulah, walk both their loneliness and their dogs on a leash.”

Beulah is amazed. She has come to believe that she and Marcello share the same instinct. Each time Beula gets sight of a squirrel she chases it as if it is the first time she's ever seen… Continue

Right after having her fourth glass of Cabernet Sauvignon of the evening Elizabeth comes to this conclusion --if she has to move back to Boston she can no longer keep the dog. Also, she has decided to terminate her relationship with Marcello. It is so clear in her mind now. Wine makes her think better.

Elizabeth thinks the world of Marcello, though. And so she tells him, "Marcello, I think the world of you. But, you add stress to my life."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I am at a bad place right now.… Continue

By Boris Trucco

©2007

Marcello opens his eyes when the morning is leaving, the April sun rays surfing through the bay window and bathing the bedroom of a lone man. Marcello, his hand groping for another hand between the sheets, only finds a cold 400-thread-count emptiness. Marcello, struggling to… Continue

Father Patrick is dying in his bed. Fellow priests and the bishop are in the room and ready to perform the last rites on him. The presence of the head of the diocese is a testament to Father Patrick's ministry, which was characterized by unflinching self-sacrifice and outstanding obedience… Continue