Harry Buschman

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StoryThe Waiter Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StoryRedondo Rose Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Wedding Dress Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Spectator Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Fall of France Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Bus to Bridgeport Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StoryStreet of Dreams Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StoryTwo “T’s” in Watteau Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StorySaint Valentine’s Day Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StoryA Man of Discretion Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StoryA Funny Thing Happened, (Part 4) Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StoryA Funny Thing Happened, (Part 3) Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
Story(A Funny Thing Happened) Part 2 Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StoryA FUNNY THING HAPPENED - Part 1 Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StoryLiving Together Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StoryMen in Love Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StoryLizardo, the Bog Man Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StoryTruth or Consequence Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Last Supper Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StoryBreakwater Rocks Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Sawmill Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago
Collectionshort stories Harry Buschman011 years 11 months ago

My stories

Cherry

His Master's Voice - Part four

"I think y'hit bottom, Shelley. We s'pposed to stay here?"
Cherry

His Master's Voice - Part three

"What suit'cha gonna wear?" "The brown one, it'll hide the dirty shirt."
Cherry

His Master's Voice - Part Two

Imagine somebody telling Shelley Lewis, "No smoking" back in the old days.
Cherry

His Master's Voice - Part 1

But when I get ten percent of nothing I get ten percent of nothing, and you get ninety percent of the rest.
Cherry

Sparrow’s Hand

A woman was crossing the street with her back to him. She turned once and looked at the delicatessen and then up at his window.

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