The Amazing Race

The Amazing Race by R.G. Ryan Originally published in Snapshots At St. Arbuck's Vol 2, Available from   Six a.m. on a mid-summer Sunday morning. I was sitting at a sidewalk table outside a St. Arbuck’s on Santa Monica Blvd. in West Hollywood—“WeHo” to the locals—doing a bit of people watching and thinking about … Continue reading The Amazing Race

Fix You

A warm and playful yet insistent breeze stole through the open bedroom window carrying a hitchhiking scent that was at once familiar and foreign. The digital display on my bedside clock read, 10:00 AM. I should have been up two hours ago, but lately all I seem to want to do is sleep, which is … Continue reading Fix You

The Key

Drab, brown woolen coat. A man's overcoat. My size. Discarded. Forgotten. Suspended on a wire hanger. A light sprinkling of dust on the shoulders. I open the coat, running my fingers over the satin lining and luxuriating in the pure pleasure of touch. I come to a bump. Not a bump exactly. Elongated. Metallic. It … Continue reading The Key

The Living Years

The floor was sticky. How the fact had managed to escape his attention until now was a mystery. Of course when one was on their hands and knees’ rooting around for one’s dropped eyeglasses the condition of the flooring tended to become disgustingly evident. “Retirement Living,” the gaudy sign had trumpeted on the day he’d … Continue reading The Living Years


He’s there every day. Heck, I even see him in the afternoons and evenings; always with a different group of people; always with a few recent creations tucked under his arm. I won’t tell you his name, because I know he treasures anonymity. He was a Gunnery Sergeant in the Marine Corps; so, I’ll just … Continue reading Gunny

The Sisterhood Of The Traveling Shrieks

(Originally published in Snapshots At St. Arbuck's Vol 3)Honesty compels me to confess that rowdy children in a small, enclosed space like St. Arbuck’s is not one of my favorite things.Actually, now that I think about it, unruly kids are off-putting regardless of the environment.And don’t get me started on the topic of inattentive, permissive … Continue reading The Sisterhood Of The Traveling Shrieks