William Kosman Fiction

  "It Hurts to Say Goodbye" (Copyright-2021) By William Kosman Chapter One – El Siegel  They were watching me, I could tell. Tears welling up in my eyes and streaming down my cheeks, I was crying like a baby, and I was getting hot, sweat running down my back. They were looking at me, the two cops didn’t take their eyes off me.        I was understanding, their words taking on meaning. The cops threw the words at me like fists to my heart. “A body was found, it was ID’d as Faith Gruen, Fairmount, in the park.” And images were coming to me, the curve of her red lips, a glimpse of a rounded breast, and even then I felt guilty for seeing her beauty, not her heart. And even then my stomach was tightening, and I was coughing my guts out, and the darkness was closing in.          It happened on the stoop of my Philly row house. The two cops in civilian clothes – one a big black guy, and the other skinny and white  – flashed their badg...

What I’m doing here. I’ve always thought that it’s good to live life with passion. Well, I have several passions. One of them is my painting; when I have a brush in my hand and I smear paint onto a canvas, the rest of the world doesn’t exist. Another passion is writing. When, in my best moments, I’m scribbling ideas in my sketchbook or writing on my computer, my mind only focuses on my verbal creation.  But writing is different for me. Yes, writing is a passion, but it’s also a profession that I’ve practiced since 1964, when I wrote reports as a counter-intelligence operative with the U.S. Army in Germany. Then I was a police reporter for The Humboldt Times in Eureka, Calif., a newsman and editor for the Associated Press in Reno, Nev., Los Angeles and Washington, DC, and a business correspondent in Paris and a magazine editor for McGraw-Hill. Then, I practiced the craft of marketing, which includes a big dose or writing, for high-tech companies and Henkel, a major chemical company....