Tag: Fiction
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Comings, Goings, and Waiting
Afternoon, Friday, June 27, 2025, Miami, Florida It’s a hot, humid, and gray-shrouded summer day in South Florida. Thankfully, it’s not one of those thundery “mean season” days, full of lightning bolts and peals of thunder that—according to my mom—were the sound of St. Peter scoring strikes in the Celestial Bowling Alley (and Grill). Folks…
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A Note on Graphics, Nostalgia, and the Long, Slow Ache
Confession time: I’m a writer, not a graphics artist. So when I open up Paint and tinker with quotes and covers, I do it with the full knowledge that I’m not Norman Rockwell. I’m not N.C. Wyeth, either—though if you squint, maybe the spirit of their storytelling crept in around the edges. The graphic I…
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“Some Loves Don’t Ask” (Inspired by ‘Comings and Goings: The Art of Being Seen’)
The Boy She Loved for One Night She’s older now—not by much,but enough that the pastfeels more like a country she leftthan one she was exiled from. At a shelf she wasn’t seeking,his name appears—spine out, serifed,tucked between authors she almost recognizes.Garraty. A flicker.A room.A song dressed in Beethoven’s longing.A voice that whispered “Can I?”And…
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On Borrowed Light: Shifting Perspectives as a Storyteller
On Borrowed Light: A Note from the Author In most of my stories within the Garratyverse, Jim Garraty holds the narrative reins. We share a lens—male, introspective, fumbling toward clarity—and over time, that alignment has become both natural and intuitive. Writing from Jim’s point of view is like tuning an old, familiar radio: I know…
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Ten Reasons to Visit the Garratyverse
A World of Memory, Music, and Moments That Matter There’s a place between what was and what might have been—a world shaped not by grand gestures, but by silences, missed chances, and the echo of melodies we carry for years. Welcome to the Garratyverse. Spanning the tender novella Reunion: A Story and its deeply introspective…
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Where Fiction Begins: The Making of Marty
She first walked into the story in jeans, a white blouse, and Keds sneakers—shy, late for chorus, and clutching a schedule change form like it held her whole academic future. I didn’t know then that she’d become the emotional center of Reunion: A Story and Reunion: Coda. I didn’t even know her name. What I…


