Bob Faszczewski

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“So, We Meet Again” by Bob Faszczewski

        Jarod hurried to answer the door, although he in no way looked forward to what stood behind it-–the cleaning service delivery person bringing back the blue blazer he hadn’t worn for decades.      No reason for a blue blazer, or any formal attire for that matter, when you spent your entire existence piloting a fishing boat or contemplating the Atlantic Ocean off the back deck of your luxury...

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“Discovering His Real Station” by Bob Faszczewski

                          Discovering His Real Station                                     The colder winter weather had arrived a few weeks early this November in South Amboy, New Jersey.       Yet, Sam Barnegat had little problem tolerating the temperatures outside the town’s railroad station, since they only ranged a few degrees less than normal. The intolerable part came when h...

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“Frozen in the Record Books” by Bob Faszczewski

Frozen in the Record Books For many years the alarm clock sounding at 4 am and the cold wind blowing through his bedroom window had brought an exhilarating rush of blood into every pore of Jim Lombolardo’s body. He couldn’t wait to get out on the frozen isolation of Lake Placid and put skates to the polished surface preparing for the routine that he ...

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“The Final Volley” by Bob Faszczewski

As Irina Ubetekov charged across the court at Wimbledon she returned each serve with more deliberate power than she had put behind any of the thousands she had made during her storied 10-year career as the now top-ranked woman player in the world. She believed this historic contest, unlike any of thousands that had come before, would cap off her climb up the summit of the tennis world, and thi...

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“The Day Everything Stopped” by Bob Faszczewski

Struter Jones rushed to the corner to catch the 7:58 Fifth Avenue bus. As usual, she had timed every action in getting ready for her daily work grind down to the last second. No fan of her current dull-as-hell-go-nowhere clerical position, she did only what she had to do when she had to do it, as every day she searched for the miracle job that would take her out of the morass that had defined every day of ...

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“Finding a New Relevance” by Bob Faszczewski

                                          Finding a New Relevance      William Skupski opens the microwave door and,  once again, spills the hot drink, barely avoiding scalding myself.  Such “accidents” interfere in his life far too often and leave him “stuck in first gear” in a world dominated by what many see as the irrelevance of the existence of William and many others..     That roadblock to r...

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“So, We Meet Again” by Bob Faszczewski

                              So, We Meet Again       Jarod hurried to answer the door, although he in no way looked forward to what stood behind it-–the cleaning service delivery person bringing back the blue blazer he hadn’t worn for decades.      No reason for a blue blazer, or any formal attire for that matter, when you spent your entire existence piloting a fi...

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“Defeat of the Mountain Curse” by Bob Faszczewski

                       Defeat of the Mountain Curse       Alpine darkness descended on Durkulin Castle like a death shroud wrapping a corpse.  The subconscious thoughts of  “temporary” castle resident John Stimpson and his recurring nightmares kept him from getting the rest he so desperately needed.       John’s life recently had gone off the rails with no apparent explana...

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“Rewind” by Bob Faszczewski

      Former ace reporter Joe Stillman walked slowly along the Assateague Island beachfront deep in thought about the eventful life he had lived prior to his retirement to Maryland’s beautiful Eastern Shore.        Suddenly, however, as he approached a little too close to a herd of the island’s wild ponies, one of them kicked him in the head and knocked him out.      After what seemed like an eternity Joe w...

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“Dead Bodies May Not Tell All the Tales” by Bob Faszczewski

 A December-like chill overtook me soon after I entered an uncharted area of the Pokomoke State Forest on Maryland’s Delmarva Peninsula. I didn’t know exactly what sinister force had captured me and driven me here, but it had me in its power and it was impossible to resist.       The sudden burst of arctic cold knocked me off my feet, almost into an abandoned well. I almost fell into the middle of its darkened aby...

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“Long-Term Lease” by Bob Faszczewski

“Rebel and defend your rights,” “Don’t let the government bullies push you around,” “Do we live in a democracy or not?”--the loud slogans blasted across every window on Karen Singleford’s new car and shouted from the door of her two-bedroom walkup in the Seacrest Arms Luxury Apartment complex.      Karen, the single mother of two pre-teen sons, Harry and Jarod, made no secret of her disdain for “health re...

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“Curtain Call” by Bob Faszczewski

     Harold and Alice sat alone in the darkened West Ocean City theater waiting for the featured film to start. For about five minutes the silence enveloped them in a calmness that provided a pleasant relief from the cinematic bombardment they had endured during the barrage of trailers when they had first entered the cinema.      Then a deafening din assaulted their ears as a blinding light took over their visual ...

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“Ascending the Staircase of Life” by Bob Faszczewski

     William Skupski stands in the darkness at the bottom of the Stairs of Life seeking more perfect direction in his climb to the light that will guide his journey and help others in completing their journeys.       Often stuck in the back of his mind clawing to get out–the principle he thought should guide all actions in life–but for which William  never had found the answer most satisfactory t...

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“The World's New Wardrobe” by Bob Faszczewski

     Ralph threw the last carton on the shelf–glad to finish the final incoming load in the stifling home furnishings warehouse.          He couldn’t wait to shower, change into “street clothes” that would let him feel human again and head for his favorite watering hole down Main Street. He believed that, after a few “cool ones” even the flea-bitten, fly-by-night boring rural outpost of a town where he ha...

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“What the Lens Sees” by Bob Faszczewski

                                     What the Lens Sees       As the sun begins its descent by just kissing the horizon the atmosphere explodes in a palette of brilliant colors of every hue and shade.  Jonesford quickly focuses his lens so that he won’t miss a second of Nature putting on her most stylish ball gown to welcome the change of seasons along the Eastern Shore.      The l...

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