Short Stories

by Mike Stone

“Turn your lovely eyes away from me, toward one of your many suitors, to the one who pleases you most, who will protect you from all harm, even from the wrath of jealous gods.

Turn your eyes from me, my love, I cannot bear them any longer, they weigh so heavily upon my heart.”

from Agamemnon’s Letter to Electra”

Short Stories by Mike Stone

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What inanimate objects have souls?

Why, books, of course.

Scientists talk about the possibility one day of uploading our minds to digital repositories or AI algorithms, but writers and poets have been uploading their souls to books for hundreds of years already.

You’ll see those souls peeping out of each of the stories in this book.

Some of the stories are fictional, like “Investigations of a Kafkaesque Nature” about the philosophical ruminations of a dog, “An Idea for a Short Story” about a man who has suffered a stroke and comes out of it after his granddaughter reads him his poems, and “A Walk in the Desert” about a man who gets lost in the desert, has a friendly argument with God, and is rescued by those he thought were coming to kill him.

And some of the stories are biographical, like “Grandma”, about the strong, loving woman, with whom our parents deposited us when they went on their summer vacations, “Getting into Trouble”, about the time my friend and I took a bus to an amusement park in another town and had to walk back home because we’d spent too much money on rides and hotdogs, and “Dancing with Anna” about the time my wife asked me if I’d like to invite the beautiful salon dancer, Anna A., to our home to teach me how to dance, and I said yes, which my wife did not expect.

And some of the stories are semi-biographical, like “Transmigration of a Soul”, about how a little while after our boxer, Daisy, died, a fly flew into my work room and remained close to me, without flitting away as flies usually do, “The Treasure Chest”, about a small box shaped like a pirate’s treasure chest, to which our grandkids would run to, pull out coins I had collected during my travels to foreign countries, and ask me to tell them what I did in those countries, and “Beshert” about the unexpected destiny I followed from an Ohio childhood, to a blind-date with an Israeli girl, whom I ended up marrying, and emigrating to Israel.

Then there are the “One-Eighth Cherokee” stories, which I wrote after finding out my grandma’s mother might have been a Cherokee. Although I haven’t requested a DNA check to discover whether I really have Cherokee blood in me, the idea inspired me to write those sixteen stories, all of them fruit of my wild imagination.

Since I’ve lived over half of my life in Israel, I tend to think of the Mediterranean Sea as my personal puddle; Hence, the fifteen stories of “All along the Mediterranean”, which take place in Israel (of course), Greece, Ethiopia (when we were all still Africans). Some of those stories spring from myths and others spring from my own breast.

Happy reading!