SHORT STORIES: Black Shoes

I was living in a rooming house in the South End of Boston and I was behind in the rent. The guy who owned the place, Sid – a fat, sweaty compulsive gambler who always had a cigar in his mouth – was hounding me for it, threatening to throw…

Short Stories: The Free Show

I knew Jack from Christopher Columbus Park in the North End of Boston near the harbor. He was a big, imposing man in his late forties, stocky and well over six feet tall, but he was usually on the receiving end when it came to a fight,…