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June 7, 2012

My Story JUNIPERS published in 236 magazine at Boston University

Filed under: Blog,Fiction — Roman @ 3:19 pm

This is so cool! My story, Junipers, was selected to appear in the BU creative writing program’s alumni literary journal. I’m so honored to be in the good company of two of my classmates, Steve Sanders and Jessica Ullian, and our program director, Leslie Epstein, who has finished a new Lieb Goldkorn novel, titled Liebestod.

My year in the BU writing program was a highlight in my life and I think about things I learned there nearly every day. (Driving a work truck around the county lends itself to a lot of daydreaming.) It was such a privilege to study there. I highly recommend the program to all of my writer friends.

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January 15, 2010

Home and Garden

Filed under: Fiction — Roman @ 6:37 pm

Home and Garden
28,800 words
By Roman Sturgis


It was six o’clock on a humid Thursday evening in May. Martin Matishak, a middle-aged man in his early forties, a tall and clean-cut blond, came home from work to find his wife, Alicia, sitting on the concrete stoop leading to their kitchen. She had a glass of red wine at her side and her cell phone pressed to her ear. (more…)

The End of the World, Duke, Mary, a Rhinestone Quilt

Filed under: Fiction — Roman @ 12:26 pm

There is a dog who lives with an old woman in a double-wide trailer. Buena Vista Estates outside of Chammysville if you really want to know, but save yourself the trouble of going. Ain’t nothing there cept poor trash: black, brown, and white—a unicultural neighborhood to be sure.

Dog’s name is Duke, sometimes “The Duke,” more often “you sorry sonofabitch” which is what the old woman calls him when she finishes making her drink of Popov vodka and diet Schwepps tonic which she stores on its side to keep from going flat. Or maybe she’s saying it to herself, not The Duke. Hard to tell. She old. Her name Mary.

“It’s for the damn mosquitoes, the quinine, it prevents the malaria,” she’ll tell you if you give her any lip about it.

Mary, she’s a right ornery cuss. And the Duke? Him too. They act like husband and wife, you want to know the truth, the way they fight. “Get off the damn sofa you lazy sonofabitch!” and The Duke just looks at her with those big eyes drooping with watermelon rinds.

Mary, she’s old. Damn old. So damn old she’s got wrinkles on top of wrinkles. She’s so wrinkled, she’s gone smooth again. Like a walnut, that’s what her wrinkles look like. Like a damn walnut. And she’s walnut colored too, from sitting in the sun with an LP cover wrapped in tinfoil under her chin.

She been working on a quilt forever. Forever. By hand, she sews rhinestones in the shape of Elvis’s head. Didn’t start out that way. Started out as a quilt for the seasons, but then she heard Elvis music in 1955 and that done changed everything.

Sometimes she gets up to change the channel on the TV. Or step outside to smoke her Virginia Slims. Or make another drink. And when she do, that old Duke, he get up off the couch and pull out some of them rhinestones with his teeth, cause he know that when Mary finish that quilt, the world gonna end.

September 27, 2009

New Short Story: Donkeys

Filed under: Fiction — Roman @ 11:02 am

This morning I finished major revisions of a short story I’ve been working on for awhile. It’s called Donkeys and it’s about a young cook working at a restaurant in Boston. I would love for you to read it and tell me what you think, as I’m planning on sending it out before the end of the fall reading period. Because it’s 11,000 words, I’d be happy to send it to you as a Word doc, if that makes things easier. Enjoy! (more…)

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