HOFHorses In The Fog is the first story in a series of five uniquely written stories. Two people meet on the train and like two horses, both find themselves trapped in a kind of servitude of their lives, and yet at this very moment discover that the gate has been left open through which they exit, thus emerging from a fog that equals an emotional captivity. The story is colorful and life affirming with moments for the reader to smile.

The other stories are as different from one another and vary in texture like a pile of leaves.

Dave has published poetry and prose in literary journals such as Fence, Open City, The Haight Ashbury Literary Journal and Passages North. Last year he was a runner up winner in the Tom Hruska Non-fiction writing contest. He currently divides his time between Michigan and Massachsetts.

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An excerpt from “Horses In The Fog”
“Ginny had a smaller framed body, but she was a powerhouse of brown hair that seemed to drape and pile off her head in ringlets like an abundance of harvested grapes. She looked at herself in the mirror, adjusted her clothes and wrapped her neck up in a worn poufy fur. She walked from her apartment into the evening carrying a small bag with some clothes, some shoes, some money and announced to some sitting neighbors that she was on her way to the city and might never come back. They could have the few remaining tomatoes they could find inside the vine that hung like a shock of green hair over her fence.
One man in coveralls smiled, then threw a wad of pulled grass in the air as she passed. He watched her walk off in high heels over the stone gravel….”

An excerpt from “Dog Park”
“They had been sitting around most of the early morning. Almost everyone was there. It had been a good morning. The familiar faces, snouts, and tails. Carol and Tim were there. Both had grey hair and wore black. They were like salt and pepper shakers as they stood together on the high ground overlooking their dogs. Carol was a teacher and during the summer and had taken on the responsibility of being the informal manager of the dog park. She collected donations and made sure the garbage cans were emptied.
She had spent her winters managing a classroom of high school teens so she was certainly capable of handling the dog park in the summer. James thought that those of us who knew of her and her service were quite grateful….”

Travelling with Willy!