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Bits And Pieces
Bits And Pieces
Bits And Pieces
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Bits And Pieces

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A collection of short stories, each as unique and different from the others as the title suggests. From Bennie to The Cold Shoulder, these stories have refused to go away. Each tale carries an emotional message of hope, compassion, anger, even fear. Like life, the emotions contained within these tales will hit you when you least expect them.

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Release dateJun 29, 2013
ISBN9781301256662
Bits And Pieces
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Nicholas Antinozzi

Nick lives in Minnesota and spends as much time as he can writing. He believes that the literary envelope has been pushed too far and he prides himself on writing things a grandmother, or even a young teenager might stumble across, and read from cover to cover without blushing.

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    Bits And Pieces - Nicholas Antinozzi

    Bits and Pieces

    A jumble of short stories

    By

    Nicholas antinozzi

    Smashwords edition

    Published By: Nicholas Antinozzi

    Copyright © 2013 by Nicholas Antinozzi All rights reserved.

    The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.

    Table of contents

    The Citation

    Opting Out

    The Scream

    Bennie

    Battleship Grey

    The Cold Shoulder

    Terror From Above

    Dear New York

    Passing the Torch

    Resolution

    The Citation

    She lived with her three boys on a quiet little street in rural Minnesota; the same home she and Wilbur had bought when they had first married. And the same home she had returned to after Wilbur’s funeral, sixty years later. The house was beginning to show its age. Wilbur had taken great pride in their home and had stayed on top of all the little repairs that it had needed throughout the years. Wilbur had been gone five years and try as Bessie might, she was no Wilbur when it came to keeping up with these repairs.

    The boys kept her company during these long years. Stan, who had been closer to Wilbur, followed Bessie around the house and was her constant companion. Oliver, who was older, spent most of his days on the old sofa watching television. Felix, who was the youngest and slightly overweight, loved to hang around the kitchen.

    Helen and Vern Schmidt lived next door and had been waiting for years for Bessie to list her home on the market. After Wilbur’s death they had managed to get a promise out of the new widow that when she decided to sell, she’d give them the first opportunity to purchase her home, (at fair market value, of course.) They watched with dismay as the paint began to fade on Bessie’s home and weeds sprouted from her little flower gardens. They reminded Bessie of their generous offer each time they ran into her. Helen and Vern had a son, Howard, who rented a home in Minneapolis and Howard and his family had promised to move next door, just as soon as Bessie decided to sell. Howard was growing impatient, as were his parents. The plan was for Helen and Howard’s wife, Marge, to open a daycare center between the two homes.

    Bessie had no intention of selling, not while she was healthy enough to remain in the house and retain her independence. Bessie felt that the Schmidt’s could find another house to buy; they were barely in their sixties and had their entire lives in front of them. To Bessie, they seemed to be waiting like vultures outside her door, ready to swoop down and pick at her bones the moment they had the opportunity. Bessie had correctly surmised the situation. Old as she was, Bessie knew their type and held no delusions as to how they felt about her.

    Opportunity knocked when the elected officials on the City Council decided to pass a bit of legislation, aimed at helping people do their thinking for them. Good intentions aside, this group of do-gooders were on a mission to make their mark in the world. More laws were needed, along with stricter enforcement of those already on the books. And one day; sitting smugly in their council chambers, under the scrutiny of as many television cameras as possible, the City Council passed a law punishing the Bessie’s of their little city.

    The Schmidt’s couldn’t have been happier.

    There was one problem with the law, it would be nearly impossible to enforce without the help of vigilant neighbors. They would need to help persecute these newly minted criminals by turning them in to the police.

    Helen Schmidt was on her telephone before the ink was dry on the legislation. Things move slowly in Small towns and it wasn’t until Helen’s sixth phone call that the first squad car pulled up in front of the little home. Bessie had been inside, struggling with her bills, trying to make ends meet on her little allotment from Social Security. The boys were on the couch watching television in between afternoon naps. There was a sharp rap on the door.

    Officers Mike Lawrence and Gene Ostrum stood on the front porch, each hating themselves for what they were about to do. They had talked about this the entire way over here. They had enough to do without invading people’s homes like this and making them miserable. Each was seriously considering a move to another city, just because of this law. Bessie answered the door, opening it wide and smiling at the young men. She looked like anyone’s grandmother. She was short and roundish; her iron-gray hair was pulled back into a bun and she wore a house dress under a flowered robe. She smelled of lavender.

    Mrs. Bessie Grundhoffer? asked Officer Lawrence.

    Yes, answered Bessie, confused as to why these men were on her doorstep. The boys came out to see what the commotion was about, they stood behind Bessie and studied the men, curiously.

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