Works by Freddy S. Zalta

She walked right into his life and he knew right away he would give in to her. One look at her, four words spoken in her raspy voice and her hand lightly cascading down his left arm…

David was walking along Broadway in New York City one Spring Day when he decided to walk up to Bryant Park. He was in a rut at work, his wife seemed to have forgotten they were married and his kids were all busy being kids. He was in one of his mild depression stages and was feeling overwhelmed with money issues, self-worth and felt as if he had become invisible to the world.

As he crossed 41st Street he saw the park to the right of him, walked to the corner of 42nd street and bought a cup of coffee.

“Pass the milk, please?” When he heard her voice he looked up at…

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