Stories
Written & Recorded by Tony Lopresti
Featured SeriesMusings on Mortality
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![A blurred motion photo of a subway or train tunnel with tracks heading into a black void in the distance.]()
Woman on a Subway Platform
I can never forget that moment. The randomness. The suddenness. The finality. The shared fragility.
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Dead of Winter
The air of the ebony night sky seemed to sparkle with cold. Silence enveloped everything. Then I saw something.
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The Center Aisle
I’ve been a lector since I started high school…
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Bruised Ego
The one closest to me had his hoodie up and his back to me. The other wore his hoodie down, facing his friend.
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Young Woman at a Hotel Breakfast Bar
A few aisles later, the boy stopped in his tracks. He looked up at his mother, his eyes wide with horror.
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Naked Mole Rat
I think I am turning into a heterocephalus glaber, otherwise known as a naked, or hairless, mole rat.
Young Woman at a Hotel Breakfast Bar
A few aisles later, the boy stopped in his tracks. He looked up at his mother, his eyes wide with horror.
Musings on Mortality — Entry 5
Dead of Winter
The air of the ebony night sky seemed to sparkle with cold. Silence enveloped everything. Then I saw something.
Musings on Mortality — Entry 4
The Center Aisle
My name is Tony Lopresti and I’ve been a lector since I started high school. The section at the beginning of a Catholic Mass is called The Liturgy of the Word. During that part of the Mass, a lector proclaims the readings of the day drawn from the Hebrew and the Christian scriptures.
Musings on Mortality — Entry 3
Bruised Ego
The one closest to me had his hoodie up and his back to me. The other wore his hoodie down, facing his friend.
Musings on Mortality — Entry 2