Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

Robbin' Hood
Robbin' Hood
Robbin' Hood
Ebook41 pages46 minutes

Robbin' Hood

Rating: 0 out of 5 stars

()

Read preview

About this ebook

From "Matters Familiar." Worried about his sickly nephew’s future, a dutiful mob soldier finds inspiration an ocean and an age away. Adult situations, language.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 2, 2010
ISBN9781465793812
Robbin' Hood
Author

E. G. Fabricant

E. G. Fabricant is a writer living in San Jose, California, who’s interested in producing short fiction that’s contemporary, topical, and speaks to the human condition.His dormant interest in this pursuit was rekindled when he was selected as one of 10 finalists in the International Category of the Mark Twain Writing Competition: “A Murder, a Mystery, and a Marriage,” sponsored by the Buffalo and Erie County Public Library.E. G.'s determined to become the oldest, new best short fiction writer. He’s also interested in hearing from others with similar interests who want to become better at it.

Read more from E. G. Fabricant

Related to Robbin' Hood

Related ebooks

Short Stories For You

View More

Related articles

Reviews for Robbin' Hood

Rating: 0 out of 5 stars
0 ratings

0 ratings0 reviews

What did you think?

Tap to rate

Review must be at least 10 words

    Book preview

    Robbin' Hood - E. G. Fabricant

    ROBBIN’ HOOD

    E. G. Fabricant

    Published by E. G. Fabricant at Smashwords

    Copyright 2010-2012 by E. G. Fabricant

    Discover other stories by E. G. Fabricant at Smashwords.com.

    [Title] is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

    Smashwords Edition—License Notes

    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    The furrows above Pettirosso Petey DiCappello’s mono-brow plotted all his meager concentration, intent on the fiberboard tray between his porcine hands. His lips formed unuttered words as he left Italian People’s to cross Butler.

    Lemmesee—two milk, one sugar; one cream, no sugar; one double-mocha, half-caf… He blinked. That Billy. What a fessacchione—coffee is coffee, right?

    BEEEEEEeeeeeep!

    "Madre del Dio!"

    The red SUV’s glancing pass caused a comic bullfighter’s pirouette. Panic forced Petey to collapse his grip, sandwiching the tray and crushing the bagged baked goods in the middle. Only one lid popped, but half that cup sloshed onto his left hand.

    OWWWW! Sonafa—

    He faltered in pain momentarily, but the insistent rush hour restored his grip and he waddled to safety through the remaining maelstrom of cars and curses. He laid the tray on a trash can, dug out his handkerchief, and pressed the throb out of his wet flesh. He picked the errant lid off a mummified rodent corpse in the gutter, cleaned it deliberately with his handkerchief, and replaced it. He mopped vainly at the cups, their ochre stains already preserved in the absorbent Styrofoam, and turned his attention to the crumpled bag. It was stained through and clung to its gelatinous inner mass like clothing to a burn victim. He tried a careful separation, tearing one seam top to bottom. He poked at the amorphous mess but only managed only to separate the Danish shale into an approximate number of indistinct units. Rearranging a few raisins and relocating some jelly at random helped, he thought.

    Petey lifted his project, exhaled, and headed for the door of the Ereditare di Italia (Sons of Italy) Social Club, a storefront that grew more anachronistic daily as Butler Avenue and the rest of Chambersburg—known with affection to its denizens as The ‘Burg—was dragged by gentrification toward that REALTOR® kind of respectability that typifies 21st-Century urban renewal. The Club’s ugly, squat elevation

    Enjoying the preview?
    Page 1 of 1