Category Archives: Fiction

HERO FOR THE OPEN ROAD / Chapter 4 By Peter Nolan Smith

April 5, 2010 – 4:27 pm

CHAPTER 4 Upon my return to the city it was easy to pretend everything was all right. No one asked any questions. New Yorkers care for themselves before anyone else. Not all of them, but most. Dmitri had a Halloween party on East 6th Street. Our friends came as themselves and the girlfriends dressed up [...]

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HERO FOR THE OPEN ROAD / Chapter 3 by Peter Nolan Smith

April 5, 2010 – 4:16 pm

CHAPTER 3 They were twenty of us, including girls. The bikes’ sonic exhausts buzzsawed through the Village. Dmitri turned south on the West Side Highway toward the Trade Towers. I imagined myself as an extra in a 1960s acid biker movie. Dmitri and Hugh were the leads. Elana held me tight through the Battery Park [...]

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HERO FOR THE OPEN ROAD / Chapter 2 by Peter Nolan Smith

April 5, 2010 – 4:10 pm

CHAPTER 2 After college I taught English at South Boston High School, only I wasn’t cut out to be a teacher or live in Boston. On a trip to New York I fell in love with an artist. Ro called me an angel under candlelight, then disappeared on Thanksgiving Eve 1976 to Paris. I remained [...]

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HERO FOR THE OPEN ROAD / Chapter 1 by Peter Nolan Smith

April 5, 2010 – 3:58 pm

CHAPTER 1 A lice infestation swept through southern Maine in the winter of 1958 and each school district mandated crew cuts for all the boys without explaining why girls were exempt from this edict. Every Sunday night my father sheared his sons’ scalps to the bone with electric clippers and once we passed my mother’s [...]

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THE WRONG-SIZED SHOES by Peter Nolan Smith

March 13, 2010 – 11:13 pm

Twenty-five minutes after the stroke of Twelve on Year’s Eve 1982 the main investor in the Continental was shot dead on West 25th Street. The FBI and NYPD’s Internal Affairs investigating Viktor Malenski’s murder quickly drew lines between the dots. My ex-girlfriend was living with the dead man’s partner. My boss had been wearing a [...]

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