The last moral man

“I’m telling you this story because you are the only person I can trust not to judge me…

I was a soldier in the Russian Army. We were in a country which we were fighting since 1795, when Mother Russia was an Empire.

I walked the line

Dear Liz:

Here are the rest of my notes–faxed per your request. I really can’t do another piece on him. You were right. I walked the line. Thanks for letting Lynn do the piece. And, thanks for being my friend, not just my editor.

Flash Fiction Challenge #7 – The Closeup

He makes movies.  I didn’t ask what kind.  He was just another ex-pat sitting at a bar on the Rue Monge— pretty nondescript.  We struck up an acquaintanceship.  We’d get together mostly to play chess at a club of sorts in Mont Parnasse or have a few at the American Cafe along with a  clientele of regulars.  Mostly ex-pats who bragged about their former lives; really laying it on thick for the local girls.