https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/thomlucci/Short stories written by the author and his opinions of current events, nationally and internationallyhourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/thomlucci/741113The Eight Hour Payment Plan (copyrighted) By Thomas Carlucci The phone rang at 9:30 p.m. Nobody calls at that time of night for a wedding photographer. My wife answered the phone. "Tom," she called to me. "It's for you." She would never ask the caller their identity. She silently refused, and...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/thomlucci/741112The Diedra Lee (copyrighted) by Thomas Carlucci There are times when the only thing that will calm my soul is a quiet visit on a lazy Sunday to where the fishing fleet is moored. On the wharf, seagulls soared overhead as the water gently slapped against the hulls. Mooring lines creaked under...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/thomlucci/738539This is a true story, not a fictional one. The Little Intelligence Officer Sitting slightly forward in her wheelchair with her hands in her lap, Colonel Dubois (not her real name) moved her legs from the knees down in a walking motion to pull herself and her wheelchair down the polished tiled...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/thomlucci/738319The Gentle Giant It wasn't just a tree. It was more than that. It was a home; a world; a universe within a universe. The trunk rose out of the ground at a slight angle. I could not put my arms around the trunk, it was that massive. Above me, the branches seemed to reach for the sky, and the...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/thomlucci/738312Sweet Tea At the funeral home, my parents and I were met by some of the black townsfolk. They appeared surprised that white folk came to Jackson’s funeral. The men politely shook our hands, and the ladies hugged us. Most of the ladies were crying, and the men looked politely sad. Everyone was...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/thomlucci/738311Counterparts The boxcar jolted suddenly as it slammed into the car ahead and again as the car behind repeated the violent collision. Jeremy was shaken from his sleep and his heart raced, his eyes wide in alarm. He brushed the dirt and straw from his hair as he peered through the boxcar's open...