The Desolate Garden…..FREE

Patricia K Salamone .5 out of 5 stars Riveting Spy Thriller
ByPatricia Salamone October 22, 2015
Format: Paperback|Verified Purchase
This book is filled with intrigue, mystery, tradition, love and more. It is a spy thriller steeped in mystery. Danny Kemp will take you on a journey you will never forget. His characters are interesting but riveting. When H. digs into his family history and discovers secrets, spying, lust, murder, and romance, yes romance. I recommend this book to everyone, and it will not disappoint, The ending will knock your socks off.

I have already started another book of Danny Kemp’s “What Happened In Vienna Jack” and can not put it down.

Well done Mr. Kemp, you have gained a loyal reader.

The Words of Daniel Kemp

The Desolate Garden (the book that was under a five-year option to become a $30 million film, is being offered by my publishers free of any charge until 2nd November. It is the Kindle version. 

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Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – The Big White Balloon by Patricia Salamone

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Today Patricia Salamone shares one of her posts from her archive that reflects the innocence of childhood. Patricia has also written some wonderful serial stories since she began blogging.

Please head over and enjoy them. More about Patricia and her links later.

The Big White Balloon by Patricia Salamone

The year was 1950. The place was Maspeth, New York. We lived in the house on 73rd. St. There were four of us. Myself, almost 7, my two older sisters, 8 and 10, and my brother, 5. It was summer, and in those days the only recreation we had was summer school. The local elementary school was open to all children. They offered arts and crafts. Knock hockey. Checker Tournaments. Basket Ball, Potsy or if you prefer it was also called Hop Scotch, and every day they would put the showers on and everyone was allowed to cool off running through…

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Halloween

The Words of Daniel Kemp

Halloween
’Tis soon the night of Halloween
When ghosts and ghouls are said to be seen.
Be quick and run and hide from view
Before they see and chase after you.

Ghosts can even walk through those walls
While ghouls along the floors do crawl.
Put yourself well out of sight
And worry not despite your plight.

For only one night do they rule
With the world in turmoil with all things cruel
But then they vanish in the morning light
And hide until next year’s Halloween night.

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© 2017 Danny Kemp All rights reserved.

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THE ITALIAN THING

 

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A small excerpt from chapter 16. You can read the rest in the book. It can be found on Amazon. Enjoy!!!

That morning, Pasquale had gone to work and Franca had gone to the beauty salon. The children were in school. Yes, believe it or not, they did have school that day but would be home by one P.M., the start of their vacation. So, Mike and I had the place all to ourselves.

We decided to take showers before everyone came home for the afternoon meal. We were trying to be as considerate as we could. I told Mike he could take his first. I reminded him about the water shortage and told him not to take too long because I didn’t want to use up all the water in his cousin’s tank before the next delivery. We had been taking showers every day when we’d first arrived, but had cut down to every other day.

When Mike was finished, I gathered my clothes and went into the bathroom. I turned on the faucet in the tub. Nothing. I turned on the other faucet—nothing. I went to the sink. No water. My heart jumped into my throat. I threw on my clothes and ran out of the bathroom yelling, “Mike! You used up all the water! There’s no water!”

What are you talking about?”

I’m telling you, there’s no water. The well is dry.”

Get out of here!” he said.

No, it’s the truth. Try turning on the water.”

He did. He tried every faucet in the house. Nothing. My biggest fear had come true. We had single-handedly used all of his cousin’s water in less than two weeks. We looked at each other, not knowing whether to shit or go blind.

I told Mike he had to call his cousin and tell him since he was the one who used up the last bit of water. I also suggested that we quickly pack our bags, call an airport car, and leave immediately. We actually started laughing; I think it was because we didn’t know what else to do. After our initial panic, Mike finally got the nerve to call his cousin.

Pasquale was at his office. I was totally embarrassed. We both felt terrible. Pasquale came home to evaluate the situation. It only took him about ten minutes to get to the flat, because he was (thankfully!) working at his office in Naro that day. When he arrived, were apologizing all over the place. He kept saying, “Don’t worry, everything will be fine.

I hated that phrase. It was almost like a polite cuss instead of calling us dumb-ass Americans. We told Pasquale we would pay for the water if he could get someone to come and refill the well. And yet, what were the chances of that, when the next day was Christmas Eve?

I was frantic. Mike was pale. Pasquale went down to the garage. When he came back up, he made a phone call, spoke a few minutes and hung up. He explained to Mike that we did not use up all the water, only the well pump was not functioning. There was plenty of water. The repairman would be coming within half an hour to fix the problem.

Pasquale also told us once again that everything would be fine, and for once, I was glad to hear it. Pasquale went back to work. Mike and I were relieved after the repairman came and installed the new pump. I was able to take my shower.

The mystery ship.

A beautifully written story of a ship that actually had a heart and a soul.

Lucky Otters Haven

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Credit: Unknown photographer.  This haunting photo is very similar the way the old battleship appeared to me as a child.

I have a vivid memory of myself as a mosquito-bitten, golden-tanned and skinny little girl of seven and eight years old happily playing and exploring on the the tidal flats of  East Brewster, along Cape Cod Bay in Massachusetts, where my parents had rented a vacation beach cottage for two weeks during two consecutive summers in the late 1960s.

The sandbars and  network of warm tidal pools and rivulets left behind by the retreating tide stretched far, far into the distance–so far that the deeper water where the sand was never exposed was only a thin royal blue line against the horizon and sometimes was not visible at all  (I read recently that the Brewster tidal flats actually can extend up to two miles at low tide).

I played out…

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THROWBACK THURSDAY FIRST TRUE LOVE

I hesitated to write about this. It was so many years ago but lasted a lifetime. I was sixteen when I met him, (I will refer to him as L.J.) he was 13 years older than me. I was an operator and he called for information and did not know the correct name, I told him that I would call him back with the information if he would like. L.J. was friendly and funny. I liked his voice, it sounded sincere and he had a beautiful laugh. He gave me his number and made me promise to call him. I did.

I called him back with the information on my lunch hour. He thanked me and then started chatting with me. He was funny and sweet all at the same time. I also promised to call him back the next day. L.J. was older than me by 13 years. He told me he loved my voice and asked me questions about my family. He also asked me how old I was. I told him the truth. I would be seventeen the following month. He told me he was twenty-nine. He owned a company in New York City. He was single and lived with his family. Mother, Father, Brothers and a Sister.

We spoke almost daily for over a year. I was falling in love with a voice on the telephone.

He finally asked me to come to his home for Sunday dinner. He assured my parents he was not a killer or a nut. He did have a disability. He was blind. My parents agreed to let me go for dinner. They liked him immediately. I had a wonderful time. His family treated me like they knew me forever. L.J. was kind, funny, handsome, smart, and understanding. I fell in love with his family almost instantly.

The first time I kissed him was the following year at a New Years Eve party at his home. I was so in love with him but did not have the nerve to tell him. I thought he would reject me because of our age difference, I was an eighteen-year-old girl with no life experience. He was a grown man, and very worldly. I thought he felt the same way but he never told me so.

At eighteen I started going out with my friends and meeting other guys. However, I still called L.J. and he never refused to take my calls. Our relationship or friendship, I really didn’t know what it was. It went on for years. When I was twenty I met a young man that I thought I fell in love with. I called L.J. to let him know. I hoped he would tell me that he loved me, but no. I married the following year.

We kept in touch for many years. He was there when I went through my divorce. He called me all the time trying to comfort me. I had been married for about ten years and had two children.

He called me one day to tell me he was getting married. I was silent. He asked me if I was happy for him. I told him no. I also finally told him how much I loved him since I was a teenager. Now it was his turn to get quiet. He asked me why I didn’t tell him. I told him I thought he would make fun of me. I asked him why he didn’t tell me. He told me he thought I would make fun of him, especially since he was so much older and blind to boot. We both cried. I wished him well and we said goodbye for the last time.

I never forgot him, his imprint was always in my heart. He was my first true love. That was over fifty years ago.

Last night for some reason I had a dream about L.J. It was such a beautiful dream and I felt so much love in it. When I woke up I was puzzled why I dream pt about him. I thought about him all day. Something made me punch his name into the computer, and there it was his Obituary. He had passed away. I cried, again my heart was broken. Yet I felt his presence, I felt him hug me and said I will always love you L.J. RIP.first love