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November 4, 2013

The Falling – Chapter Twenty-Eight

TWENTY-EIGHT: Seventh Street – East Village, 1947 How peculiar it was that as Kaspar Delancey lay face-up on East Seventh Street he could recall only the good that had ever touched his life: his first piece of Coney Island saltwater taffy melting on his tongue; his father opening the front door the day he returned […]
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Published on November 04, 2013 16:40

The Falling – Chapter Twenty-Seven

PART V – Epilogue   CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: Riverside Park – Upper West Side ONE WEEK LATER. Undoubtedly, it had been the longest tennis match in the history of man. Between the time the match begun and the time it ended, Patrick Kohn had seen the sun rise and set in a dozen different countries. He […]
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Published on November 04, 2013 16:40

The Falling – Chapter Twenty-Six

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: The One Man Show – Harlem THREE YEARS EARLIER. It was probably the nicest fall morning that Leyland could recall since he arrived in New York. Truthfully though, he felt each day was unavoidably better than the last. But this was different. Seventy-two degrees. No humidity. There was a special feeling in the […]
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Published on November 04, 2013 16:38

The Falling – Chapter Twenty-Five

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: NYPD 5th Precinct – Chinatown On the day Keekee Kaufman was admitted to Bellevue after throwing herself off the Triboro Bridge, she had an email waiting for her in her inbox. It was from an old boyfriend, the one who got away. Ralphie Muzatti was just as crazy as she was, but Keekee […]
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Published on November 04, 2013 16:35

The Falling – Chapter Twenty-Four

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: The Temple Bar – NoHo Every Halloween the Empire State Building is lit orange in celebration. On that night, the night of the falling, the skyscraper’s lights blended almost seamlessly into the red-brown glow of the evening sky. The cloud cover was so low that the lights of Times Square could be seen […]
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Published on November 04, 2013 16:33

The Falling – Chapter Twenty-Three

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: Kate & Gene’s Brownstone – Upper West Side In the two weeks since she scratched Chapter One onto the first page of her blank journal, Kate had almost filled the entire book. Sure, some pages were crumpled at the foot of her desk, torn out of futility and some fat black X’s were […]
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Published on November 04, 2013 16:07

The Falling – Chapter Twenty-Two

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: Mince Wilson’s Apartment – Alphabet City Mince Wilson still lived in the same old apartment building on the corner or Avenue A and 11th. Tommy was not surprised at all to see the familiar M.WILSON on the door buzzer, because Mince had always said she would never move from that spot. And she […]
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Published on November 04, 2013 16:02

The Falling – Chapter Twenty-One

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: Greenwood – Brooklyn Jesse took the R-Train from Times Square to the 25th Street station in Brooklyn. There were some unsavory characters loitering on the corner outside the Dunkin’ Donuts, so Jesse picked up his pace. He’d never been as confident as Tommy; Tommy could walk anywhere he wanted in any of New […]
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Published on November 04, 2013 15:30

The Falling – Chapter Twenty

PART IV – The Falling CHAPTER TWENTY: Tom’s Restaurant – Morningside Heights I was watching Tommy at the table, scribbling something on the top piece of a stack of wrinkled papers. Beside him was a closed telephone book. Kate watched him too, through the window from a safe distance across the street. Tommy was becoming […]
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Published on November 04, 2013 15:28

November 3, 2013

The Falling – Chapter Nineteen

CHAPTER NINETEEN: Titanic Utilities Warehouse – Jersey City Tommy, Kate and Jesse emerged from the cab, and were hit instantly by the smell of New Jersey. The scent was like something caught between the Fulton Fish Market on a hot summer day and mildewed newspaper. Their thick-bearded driver had followed Jesse’s explicit directions without fault, […]
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Published on November 03, 2013 22:04