Stories from the Mind of David.

By David L. Dozier

The book of short stories covers numerous topics such as human relationships, detective mysteries, racial/cultural issues, politics and life in general. Diverse issues that are universal and timeless.
The short stories are a reflection of his experiences from being raised and living in the southern region of the country. In addition, also from experiences and knowledge gained as a young military enlisted officer living and working in Europe and later as a college and civilian student living and working in New York City.
These stories are relatable to men and women in general regardless of their economic or social status in life. In one or more of the short stories the reader will be able to identify or recognize various traits and characteristics unique either to themselves and/or others that are familiar in the various characters displayed in the book. Hence, this book of short stories has relevance to readers worldwide on issues/topics that are common in any society or culture.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9781665532990

David L. Dozier

About The Author David Lee Dozier 12/25/1946 – 8/29/2001 “A True Renaissance Man” Mathematician, computer technology graduate, athlete, painter/artist, philosopher, carpenter/handy man, and writer. David L. Dozier was born and raised in Mobile, Alabama. He spent his early adult years in Europe via military service and numerous years in his adopted city/state of New York. This book of short stories is a reflection of one of his renaissance talents as a writer. He developed a passion for writing fictional short stories and novels reflecting viewpoints of American historical, current, and futuristic cultural issues. He attended numerous colleges/universities (Bishop State Junior College, Mobile, Alabama, University of South Alabama, Mobile Alabama, Tuskegee University, Tuskegee, Alabama and New York Institute of Technology, New York, New York). He graduated from New York Institute of Technology with a Bachelor of Science Degree in Computer Technology in 1974. An introverted eccentric individual with a unique sense of humor. He was a rock and foundation for his family and especially beloved by his grandmother, mother, father, uncles, aunts, siblings, cousins, nieces and nephews.

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STORIES FROM THE

MIND OF DAVID.

DAVID L. DOZIER

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Published by AuthorHouse  07/26/2021

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CONTENTS

To Understand Helen

Southern Hospitality

The Ugly Girl

The Sixties

The Death Of Cynthia Kennedy

Eros & Pathos

The Adult Hour

TO UNDERSTAND HELEN

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To understand Helen is to understand life and the meaning of love and devotion. For Helen is life with its highs and its lows and its promise of things yet unknown. To see Helen’s face is to instantly know why men constantly speak of her beauty. For Helen possesses the features upon which our standards of beauty are structured. To stand close to her and observe Helen’s highly erotic and flawlessly chiseled physique, and to know every ounce of her figure is real, tends to leave her admirers in awe. For Helen possesses a figure the great ancient sculptures could only imagine–her body is slender and perfectly formed from the top of her head to her toes. To look, and to gaze into Helen’s eternally flowing, aquatic, mysterious eyes, is to know in the flash of an instant the structure and ultimate meaning of time. For locked in the lingering radiant glow of her deep and bewitching, illuminous eyes, there exists the elusive perpetual promise of heaven right here on the Earth. To kiss Helens lips and to make love to her, is to sip and to drink from the fountain of love. For Helen possesses the power to literally drain every ounce of one’s passion.

However, my Helen, this woman I worship, completely destroyed my illusions of life, when, right out of the blue, she informed me today, she emphatically wants a divorce.

It is nothing you’ve done or you have not done–I just feel that the marriage is over, she said.

Then I take it there’s no other man? I inquired.

No, of course there is no other man, Helen said.

But there must be some logical reason, I said.

Intuition, she ordered her one-word reply.

Well, I know that it’s not economics, I said, for I’ve given you all that a woman could want. First, I bought you this house, then your own private car, even offered to hire you your own private maid. And you cannot complain that your life’s unfulfilled when you’ve got two adorable children like ours. Or perhaps you have come to believe that I’m no longer measuring up in my role as a man.

You can’t blame every problem on sex, Helen said.

Isn’t sex why most marriages break up these days? Anyway, I will not let you flee with Nathaniel and John without making one hell of a fight.

But I never intended to flee with the kids, nor a red cent of your alimony, she said. You have sheltered, protected and cuddled me, so you don’t think that I’m able to stand on my own. I’m not looking for someone to take care of me. I believe that I’m able to do that myself.

"So, that’s it, you would like a career of your own? If that’s all that you are after, I will not object.

It’s much deeper than that. It’s my own life I want, and apparently I cannot have it with you.

To understand Helen, to know why she’s planning to throw away all that a woman could want, completely eludes my mere masculine powers to make heads or tails of the feminine mind. For I have fought hard on my job, sweated ounces of blood to construct her a huge pedestal. Yet you’d think I’d been forging a cast-iron prison, complete with a cell and a ball and a chain. To understand why I selected this beautiful goddess and no other woman will do, one must know the impossible standards that I have erected through most of my turbulent life. For all that I have is the highest of class, from my custom-made cars to my tailor-made suits. And the lecherous envy in men’s eyes when I’m out on the town with my beautiful bride, reinforces my view that my taste is as classy with women as with practically everything else. So, imagine the joy and in the comfort in knowing that Helen is my wife and my love alone–the euphoric feeling that I hold the whole of the vast universe in the palm of my hand.

To understand why she would walk out on someone like me who could give her the sun and the moon, one must master the ultimate meaning of chance and the probable fall of the dice. For, just yesterday, if you would have told me she would leave for no logical reason at all, but a passionate gut intuition of hers, I suppose I would simply have laughed. To understand Helen is to understand life and the meaning of love and devotion. For Helen is life with its highs and its lows and its promise of things yet unknown.

THE END

SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY

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You ever see 8:30 minion credits space computer go completely off its rocker in the middle of a flight? You ask a simple question and it starts to printing unrelated symbols in an order that does not make any sense.

What’s our coordinates? You asked.

And it gives a nonsense reply;

XX43#%typ(*&&g5$

So, what are our coordinates? You ask it for the second time. And this time it replies:

!Xyzc37$#@(*&