Kindred Spirits

By Barry Rachin

Dora's face, an aesthetic work in progress, exudes an unfinished blankness - as though God had become distracted and wandered away from the wet canvas before completing a meager handful of details. Not that any of this makes a difference to lovelorn Harry Jankowski.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Barry Rachin
• Release date: Nov 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781310938900

Barry Rachin

About the AuthorBorn in Boston, Massachusetts, Barry Rachin spent several years stationed in Yokuska, Japan as a Navy medic caring for casualties during the Vietnam War. He has studied at the University of Jerusalem, lived on a kibbutz for a year and holds a degree in clinical counseling from Simmons College. A self-taught woodworker, he presently lives in Attleboro, Massachusetts with his wife and two daughters.

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Kindred Spirits

Barry Rachin

Published by Barry Rachin, 2019.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

KINDRED SPIRITS

First edition. November 25, 2019.

Copyright © 2019 Barry Rachin.

ISBN: 978-1310938900

Written by Barry Rachin.

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Kindred Spirits

About the Author

Kindred Spirits

by

Barry Rachin

HARRY JANKOWSKI STOOD under a flowering dogwood tree in the Brandenburg Arboretum. Directly above his head, a raucous collection of jays was feasting on clumps of wine-colored berries scattered among porcelain petals. Thirty feet away in the trellised rose garden, a middle-aged woman sat on the same bench he had recently abandoned, a familiar, moss green volume with a cracked spine resting on her lap. Bent over slightly at the waist, her lips fluttered in silent accompaniment to the printed text. From his vantage point, the slim, dark-haired woman looked reasonably attractive, but as he drew closer, Harry realized his favorable impression had been premature. She wasn't ugly per se. Rather, it was as though, early on, God had become distracted and wandered away from the wet canvas before completing a meager handful of details. The woman's features were drab, colorless. The unassuming face, an aesthetic work in progress, exuded a disconcerting blankness.

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