Starting Over
A short story.
© 1999 Steve S. Saroff
Before dawn this morning I was woken by a pounding on my back door. I got out of bed and went to see who it could be. When I opened the door a woman I had never seen before said, “Please, Mister, help [...]
Texas Lies
Texas Lies
A short story by Steve S. Saroff
When I was 19 I was naive.
At 19 I was strong. Able to take care of myself. Able to walk all day through the desert. Able to go without food and sleep. Able to get by. When I was 19 I had [...]
Christmas, seventeen
© 2006 Steve S. Saroff
There was one morning when I was seventeen, and very hungry, when I saw the ocean. It was in Oregon, on that road by the cliffs, and there was snow. The night before it had been fog, and I had been given a ride by [...]
The End of The Lie
A Short Story © 2005 Steve S. Saroff
At three in the morning the phone rang. I let the machine take the call and didn’t listen to the message until the next day. The call had been from Yuko, a Japanese woman whom I had met at a crowded party more than two months before. Yuko [...]
Tough People
Tough People
A Short Story
© 2009 Steve S. Saroff
My Grandfather came to New York in 1917 and got a job. He worked all day and most of the nights, and he never learned English. In Russia he had been a writer who wrote short stories and essays in Yiddish for [...]
Wildhorse Island
A Short Story
© 2009 Steve S. Saroff
originally published in Redbook magazine, September 1986
When Clara and I first came to this part of the country in 1969, land was cheap. We had spent a week driving around up North, and on our way back to Iowa we came through and [...]