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Kenneth Brown's Writings

Short Story
May.22.2011
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PREFACE            First light had not yet arrived.  A heavy fog rolled over the two-lane blacktop that cut its way through the dense pine forest in Wiscasset, Maine.  It was July 18, 1986, and the cool damp carried on a gentle breeze pervaded in absolute darkness.  Terry was alert and wide-eyed as he sat in the cab of his pickup on the side of the road.  He...
Short Story
May.22.2011
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CHAPTER SEVEN       Warren stayed with Marjorie in Paris for four days.  She remained preoccupied with her role in the movie, and they made no future plans.  While they were together, Warren continued to find her vivacious, a joy to behold, and a wonderful companion in and out of bed.  She enhanced the vitality that had come to him with Scylla’s Carnival, but he...
Short Story
May.20.2011
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     Candy Candelito walked out of the Puerto Rican rain forest when he was twelve years old and went in search of his father.  Candy had grown up in a tin shack with a dirt floor, the only male in a household made complete by his mother and three sisters.  As the youngest, he had been spoiled as much as it is possible to spoil a child in abject poverty, but when...
Short Story
May.20.2011
Gallery Magazine, 1980s
     As long as I can remember, old guys have been sitting around in saloons telling stories of the good old days, when things were happening that will never happen again in a world better than the one we live in today.  I had never been more than an interested spectator at these sessions because I'd been too young to have shared in their experiences.  Well,...
Short Story
May.20.2011
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     On a glorious spring day in 1951 when I was fifteen years old, I met Blackie in Washington Square Park.  She was about twenty at the time, extravagantly beautiful, and, like everyone else, I was drawn in as if by a sorceress.  Her jet black hair was straight and cut boyishly short, her skin was cream white, and the only makeup she used was bright red...