Harry Buschman

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