P. E. Zaccardo

Joined August 2021

2 stories

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Out of place. Out of time. Always centered.

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Abundanza
My grandparents were immigrants . Childhood was in half Italian and half English Nothing was a statement, a simple sentence of fact
By P. E. Zaccardo4 years ago in Poets
LIP SERVICE
Lisbeth opened the front door to Jonathan’s home, expecting him to be ready for their long planned date to discuss the wedding reception and get in a couple of hours ice skating before dinner. Instead, he was watching football with his buddies Dick, Bruce, and Theo, surrounded by beer bottles, pizza, hot chicken wings, cigars . . . at 11 am.
By P. E. Zaccardo4 years ago in Fiction