Florida, go to Florida. If you’re not going to die, why not go there, it’s warm. She laughed when she thought of being packed off to the land of eternal sunshine, no snow, plenty of that... More > in Rhode Island. She could play cards, knew how to swim, and liked people, she might try Florida. She would make the kids happy, Michael who was sixty, Gina, fifty five, and Frankie, fifty three. Couldn’t they wait a little longer, she wasn’t that rich. She kissed Marco, her dead husband goodbye at the cemetery, and got ready for Florida. When I find the gold, I’ll share it with you, she said to the man who had left her five years ago, on that snowy night in December. Don’t look for gold, that’s when you’ll find it. The plane landed in Florida, Doris Altomare touched the medal around her neck, thanking God that she had arrived. The warm rays of the sun kissed her, she smiled, she was ready to begin her search for Florida gold.< Less
Marty Fine kills with a gun, kills with words, everyone who stops him from getting what he wants. He rises up the scale to the top, until he is stopped. Gangster’s proverb, there is always... More > someone rougher and tougher than the one trying to make the climb.
Marty lives his life as if he’s in the middle of a whirlwind. The people who surround him help to tell his story. A true gangster who lives every day as if it’s his last. Bullets, explosions, blood everywhere, a violent man in a violent world.< Less
The train comes out of nowhere, a shadowy form catches the last car, almost landing on top of another shadow that is hiding in the darkness. A soft grunt can be heard as they roll away from each... More > other in the straw. A third shadow asks the newcomer for a cigarette, part of a cigar, some shreds of tobacco. He shakes his head that he has nothing for the man, if he did he wouldn’t give it to him. Three shadows come at the man, wanting to see for themselves what he has, and if it is worth taking. They trade punches, curse at each other, as the train cuts a path toward its destination. The hot August night turns the air to steam as the men gasp for it, watching for the man with the flashlight. He will throw them out of the boxcar as if they are broken twigs needing to be swept away with the garbage littering the ground. The train rumbles on through the night. The men will scatter once the light from the sun appears. They are no longer shadows, they have to wait for another midnight train.< Less