Borys Nadiya: Serialized Fiction Part 4 of 8
Written By Brad Harness The train from Lviv left in the morning and Borys Nadiya was on it. He had all his luggage and sat in an ultramodern train car…
Written By Brad Harness The train from Lviv left in the morning and Borys Nadiya was on it. He had all his luggage and sat in an ultramodern train car…
Written By Brad Harness That first night in Ukraine was a peaceful one, but at sunrise, Borys awoke to a wailing of air raid sirens. The hotel staff were in…
Written By Brad Harness “Borys Nadiya. His name meant To Fight…For Hope.Age 31…single…no kids that he knew about, as the old saying goes.The passenger jet touched down in Warsaw, and…
Written By Brad Harness “Hey, BN!” called out one of his barracks mates. “Think fast!”A pair of sweaty underpants sailed through the air and landed short of the tall, fit…
Written By Brad Harness The audience smiled and laughed, but I hadn’t yet connected with them. So I frowned and pointed towards the piano.“You know, 88 keys on that darn…
Written By Brad Harness I was standing there watching as the police cruiser drove off. Francine was standing next to me, quite close, in fact. She was visibly upset, dabbing…
Written By Brad Harness Henri stood there, startled. So close - but yet so far. He had almost got back aboard the cruise ship when he was nabbed by the…
Written By Brad Harness The rest of my time ashore as tour guide for Francine and Henri was brief. I pointed out some statues, a nice park where everybody fed…
Written By Brad Harness The sun beat down pretty good on me as I kicked myself for forgetting the sunscreen and hat. At least I remembered to bring my sunglasses!I…
Written By Brad Harness Francine was happy to see me, and Henri, well, he was friendly enough. He spoke first. “Bobby, glad to see you. I thought…maybe…your boss, he would…