title: Flying Time: Stories and Half-Stories
author: Michael Brown
description: This collection suffers from an identity problem. Although most of the longer first-person pieces appear to be memoirs, they are never noted as such. They are loosely linked by subject matter, touching on elderly relatives of Russian origin, and several seem like promising beginnings to more complete pieces, particularly a reminiscence about the narrator's father and the times they have eaten salty eel together and one about visiting an elderly aunt in Leningrad. Some of the works originated as poems, and many of the shorter pieces do not seem any more specific or fleshed out as prose. These cover topics such as memories aroused while making soup and a terse reminder left by a companion. The one full-length story satisfies with its account of a woman living alone in a desolate area who ventures into the woods to scare off hunters and saves a gruff man who has been shot but refuses to go to the hospital. The strong narrative flow of this story only whets the appetite for other equally complete fare, which unfortunately never arrives. Ritchie ( Tightening the Circle Over Eel Country ) has an engaging style that is ill served by this jumble. <br />Copyright 1993 Reed Business Information, Inc.
zlib_text: A Chance Mistake
  
  
  
  
  
  Jackie Zack
  
    
  
  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of persons living or dead and
  events are coincidental. Any actual place is used fictitiously.
  
  Images used under license from Shutterstock.com by wavebreakmedia.
  
  Copyright (C) 2015 Jane Simerman
  
  All rights reserved.
  
  ISBN-13: 978-1514638828
  
  ISBN-10: 1514638827
  
    
  
    
  
  Dedicated to you, the reader
  
    
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
    
  
  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  
  
  
  
  
  Thank you to my wonderful family, friends, and ACFW critique group. All of you
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  Who ever loved that loved not
  
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  Kory Slate stepped aboard the jet with seconds to spare, and he wasn’t the
  only one arriving late. Two men hurried one pace behind him and entered. A
  flight attendant slid the door shut with a gliding, whooshing sound. As Kory
  strode to his seat, the accordion walkway slid away from the plane. Each
  window he passed by gave a slightly different perspective of the retracting
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