They say laughter’s injections, and psychologists recently have found evidence of rhythm patterns in human emotions. But MacDonald’s proposing a nasty...
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Only three times in my life have I heard as much horn as Buck blew those nights. We didn’t know why until it was all...
Peter’s past was dead — strangled with tortured memories of faraway Calcutta — until a malignant ghost returned with a soul of unquenchable...
Even in their most intimate moments Carol couldn’t forget that not so long ago he’d held another woman in his...
Nowhere this year, we think, will anybody come across a sweeter, gentler, more enchanting short story. This is for reading now — this afternoon or tonight BY JOHN D....
Last Sunday’s bull had been bad, but it was the thought of the coining Sunday which made jelly of Pablo’s...
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At last.
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Bad blood and gas don’t mix the thunder stretch — the stretch where the hellions of the deadly oval meet to drive their bargain for glory — or...
I love my wife, Betty, and the children she gave me. They are my only defense against a memory that otherwise I could not possibly live...