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June 2, 2010 Let me start by saying that Brian Barbeito is a friend and I think he has some rather interesting observations about the little things in life. In that sense, his writing reminds of Rene Guy De Maupassant (if you ever get a chance to read Maupassant’s short stories, I suggest you find a quiet space and a few spare hours to do so.) There are little things, sometimes things so small we don’t notice them, that tie us together. They can breed introspection, be the basis of an spiphany or simply show the commonality of our existence. With that said, here is a piece that began as a writing exercise in one of the writers groups I belong to. The assignment was o write 2-3 paragraphs, making sure to use the phrase “the shadows brought…” Here is the work inspired by my friend, Brian—written in his style. Summer On The Balcony The heat was stifling like a strait-jacket: ever-present and unshakable. For the third summer in a row, the A/C was on the fritz, and there was no money in the budget to buy a new one. The fans inside did nothing but circulate the heat, like a sirocco. Instead, she chose to sit on the porch and wait for the evening; her com[anion a pitcher of Sangria, orange slices, &-Up and rapidly vanishing ice cubes. She recalled a time when the streets produced a symphony; the tired, tinkling that announced the arrival of the ice cream truck...the children, who cried out in excitement as they put their stick ball game on hiatus to buy treats...the stern admonishments of mothers calling to their children to come in and change out of their new pants and into their play clothes....and the barking dog that belonged to no one, but at the same time belonged to all. Those days had vanished, much like the cool kiss of spring had...Now all she could hear was sporadic gunfire...slacker daddies calling their women "bitches" and "hoes"...and kids in junior high cussing like sailors. The neighborhood had become the 'hood, but it was still home... Her buzz and the red lazy sun arrived about the same time. She sat with her mouth downturned, thinking of what the world had become in the fiftieth summer of her being. She fought back the urge to cry as the shadows brought a reprieve from the heat. ------------ About the author: Timothy N. Stelly is a poet, essayist, novelist and screenwriter from northern California. His novel, HUMAN TRIAL, is the first part of a sci-fi trilogy and is available from Amazon.com, allthingsthatmatterpress.com and in e-book format at mobipocket.com. HUMAN TRIAL II: ADAM'S WAR is now available. Stelly also has a short story included in the AIDS-themed anthology, THE SHATTERED GLASS EFFECT, due out in February 2010. His story, SNAKES IN THE GRASS, Is a tale of love, betrayal and its deadly consequences. Reviews of HUMAN TRIAL can be read at amazon.com Visit me at: http://www.myspace.com/pittwit website: http://www.stellyhumantrial.com Email: stellbread@yahoo.com 
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