The sporty twelve-year-old David Kerzner dreams of a future in which he develops the wooden box with a glass eye into what we now know as the modern television. It is 1938. At that time, his father takes him from Boston to Amsterdam, despite the growing threat of World War II. His father's more experienced business partner, a Muslim Palestinian, wisely flees Europe for Boston.In Amsterdam, the Nazi traitor Corbijn steals all the possessions of the Kerzner family. After the war, Cor...

When he is 65 years, grumpy old Harold's strenuous life grows even worse. His future may only last five years. He just got divorced, is broke and what's worse, he meets fusspot old George outside the courtroom. He too just got divorced. They rent a four bedroom flat together with dull mate Michael. Lively George decides to rob the mafia with the help of Michael. Harold does not want to steal on principle. However when Harold discovers they stole a suitcase full of newspapers instead of mon...

Just after retiring, Renz Fox can't resist interfering with the investigation of his colleague's murder. Despite promising to spend quality time shopping and visiting galleries with his lovely wife, in addition to his ex-boss's discouragement, he barrels into the case. In order to find out more, Renz talks with the police officers he used to work with. And, of course, he offers his condolences to his late colleague's girlfriend. He learns from her that the victim was having an affair with ...

"I believe that every group has a fixed percentage of extremists. Though they are not recognized. Certainly not in their own ranks. Take any road, say in London or Barcelona. Surely a small portion of the inhabitants has extreme ideas. Regardless of political affiliation, skin color, or religion. So why not here, in our circle? I wonder whether the proportion is not the same everywhere. In random groups, political parties or different religions."

"How are you, Rosara? Are you enjoying the sun? Is it not too hot? Find a spot under the kali tree, the potash tree.""I do not know.""What do you not know, dear girl?""It's hot here in the sun.""I said that already, Rosara. Take a seat in the shade. I'll bring you badu badu to drink and then we'll talk. Here, your favorite wicker chair is ready. With a pillow. You're walking with difficulty. You must be brave.""Kali Boom, kali, kali? The wandu with limp l...

"You live here?" I asked as I put my bike aside and went to sit down next to him in the sun on a wooden bench.Dies pointed with his flat work hand. "Further ahead.""You're from Walcheren?""Yes," the man replied stiffly."A beautiful island," I tried.Dies turned to me and nodded thoughtfully. He looked at me with his head cocked quizzically, as if he was checking me out . He answered melancholically."Too beautiful for me."I looked around and w...

I must cross the road to see that the hillside is made up of heavy bumps of sand and stones. Interspersed with yellowed grass and thorny bushes. Playground for the poor. Deep down into the old town, with behind it the tourists and the water. I can no longer bear the hill. Not even my green strip. I have a white sheet stretched in front of the glass door of my balcony. The curtains over the windows ar closed. Why?

What if in a wood of deciduous trees with strong oaks, beeches and poplars a small pine tree looks for protection under their mature tree crowns. A topical debate with happy ending.

"How are you, Rosara? Are you enjoying the sun? Is it not too hot? Find a spot under the kali tree, the potash tree.""I do not know.""What do you not know, dear girl?""It's hot here in the sun.""I said that already, Rosara. Take a seat in the shade. I'll bring you badu badu to drink and then we'll talk. Here, your favorite wicker chair is ready. With a pillow. You're walking with difficulty. You must be brave.""Kali Boom, kali, kali? The wandu with limp l...

One of Tony Dyce's friends is viciously maimed by a gang of international crooks in the first move by them to obtain the second half of an antique Chinese chess set, which when complete gives the location of one of the hoards of Nazi gold. After years spent trying to decipher the clues from their half set, without success, the pieces have for maximum security been spread around among the ex-SAS soldiers. Their peaceful civilian equilibrium is destroyed and their lives are at stake, along w...

Jack and Gartos are the most dedicated human beings, serving their country patriotically, believing in God spiritually and are faithful to their partners honestly. And for this very reason The Nature chooses to share with them the most secret information through the voice of the dying Colonel Sedantor. It appears as though Mother Earth finally wants these two heroes to break the Ultimate Mystery of All Time. What lies at the Heart of The Bermuda Triangle. They both, armed with a unique gif...

Stuck in a Closet on a Friday Night was first written in 2001. I recently found the handwritten story in a pile of old papers. It is the second story in what I planned to be a trilogy of "This is so Stupid" stories. The first story in the series is called 'Existential Drag in Forest' and is available in my short story collection "Where the Fnords Linger" on Amazon or Kindle. I haven't written the third one yet.