The Chemist’s Shop by Richard Brumet

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The Chemist’s Shop
Richard Brumer
Stand Alone or Series: ​Stand Alone
Length of Book: ​Approx 68,000 tongues/ 300 pages
Genre: ​​​Suspense thriller wrapped on every side of a tender love story.
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Richard Brumer grew up in the Bronx and at this time lives in Florida with his wife Carol. For great number years his passions were skiing, sports car racing, and sailing, including sailing solo in the South Pacific. As a withdrawn pharmacist, he turned his hand to inscription and has written several novels and curt stories.
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Twitter: ​@rxrich

First they came in opposition to the Socialists, and I did not enunciate out…
Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came by reason of the Trade Unionists, and I did not talk out…
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came since the Jews, and I did not announce out…
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came during the term of me…and there was no undivided left to speak for me.
—Martin Niemoller, Protestant divine
The Chemist’s Shop, a new by RICHARD BRUMER. It is a gripping psychological irresolution thriller wrapped around a tender affection story.
Pharmacology professor Michael Ross retires from the earth of academia in 1970 and opens a common pharmacy in a peaceful upstate New York town. He puts the horrific tragedies of his exceeding behind him and finds serenity in his newly come life. That is, until he recognizes a buyer as former Nazi SS officer, Hans Stern.
Michael looks into Stern’s devoid of warmth steel-blue eyes, clenches his fists and boils within, remembering how his three young daughters were taken from him and gassed, and his wife, Ilona, was tortured, raped and stripped of tot~y dignity by Stern, twenty-five years earlier in Auschwitz.
Face to face with this evil being, Michael forces himself to stay allay. In that moment, he experiences pair opposing but related feelings. One is indignation, the other exhilaration.
Michael could not house his family then, but he have power to avenge their deaths now. It isn’t regular about killing Stern. That would be too easy. His death has to have ~ing slow, painful, and diabolical, and it begins by a game of chess.
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I’m contemptible I wasn’t able to subsist with you for the past small in number days. The court case consumes me ~-end being in jail doesn’t take me at a distance from you, When I lost you and later erudite you were in Paradise, I felt tormenting by the distance between us. But a little while ago I feel blessed that I have power to enjoy the finer parts of our sweetheart that others with the privilege of parsimony fail to notice.
Our minds and hearts are joined with regard to all eternity, a gift perhaps not many can share. Thank you so much for loving me and being my wife.

Miklos and Ilona protected their daughters from worry and wickedness so they could live in their redolent world of innocence. He was delighted to papal court his girls play dress-up considered in the state of they danced around the house, like scanty ballerinas, to the music of Swan Lake. Little Eva was the superlatively good dancer of them all.
“Go, advance, Eva,” he shouted and clapped with his hands over his head.
She turned and spun, like a prima ballerina, the figure of a ~ of the show. She had her admit graceful style and expressed her emotions by her small, delicate hands, dancing and deviation from the way, with her arms arched above her. In his mind’s judgment, Miklos saw her grown-up, in her ballet costume, on point and on stage.
The twins skipped and danced until they were out of breath. They were all dressed up and fancy, painted with their mother’s makeup and wearing colorful outfits sewn arm in arm by Ilona from scraps of stuff. Roza and Magda had their concede sense of grace. They lived in the force, their moment, as they twirled their young bodies, attempted pirouettes, and leaped into the demeanor.

Ilona turned toward Miklos and whispered in his faculty of discriminating sounds, “When the girls are accomplished dancing, remind me to tell you a part.”
“Tell me now.”
“No, it’s a surprise during the whole family.”
Magda’s excited cries interrupted them. “Look at me, await at me!” She skipped barefoot longitudinally the hardwood floor, spinning, turning and bowing to her auditory.
“Wonderful!” Miklos shouted in the manner that he clapped in rhythm to the minstrelsy.
“Look at me, too,” Roza yelled at the same time that she jumped up and down put ~ the sofa.
Then little Eva caught her odor and performed her solo. “Look at me, Papa. I’m the swan queen.”
She twirled her young carcass around until she was dizzy, ~-end continued to dazzle her audience. At the period of her dance, her black curls were rainy weather with perspiration and she bowed to everyone for the re~on that they applauded. Her eyes widened and sparkled when Miklos presented her with a red rose he had taken from Ilona’s birthday bunch of flowers.
“Oh, Papa, thank you!” she uttered, taking in the delicate scent of the rose.
“You’re kind reception, Eva. Every ballerina should have flowers while she takes her bows at the period of her performance.”
Miklos squeezed his wife’s ~-breadth. “Did you ever think that whenever our girls were born, they would stipulate us with so much entertainment?”
“Never,” Ilona reported with tears of delight. “We were given a donation, a wonderful present,” she uttered, her dark-brown eyes glistening.
“We’re happy,” he said with a profound sigh, but his thoughts were troubled.
“Will we have ~ing all right, Miklos?” Ilona asked. “I’m worried around the girls. They’re so young, fair-minded babies.”
“Everything will fare well. I was a professor. The Nazis choose show respect and find some conversion to an act for me. We will be unharmed, Ilona. I promise you.”
Little Eva was exhausted of breath. She sat on the set forth, her chest heaving in and completely, but Roza and Magda continued to take part in a ~ with the little energy they had left. They loved both other in a special way, in the same proportion that twins do, but had distinctive personalities. Magda was a whit of a complainer, but good-natured. At the dinner flat, she would scrutinize the food carefully and either eat it or give it a “yuck.” Her delusion was to be a singer, and she constantly hummed and whistled her tunes. Roza was the dweller introvert. She read books and loved to produce poetry. She was sensitive, like her mother. Miklos thought that when his girls grew up, they would have existence a gift to the artistic universe. They had so much ahead of them and were favorable to be at the beginning of their lives. The dancing and symphony continued. Everything will work out every part of right. He and Ilona continued to have ~ing an enthusiastic audience. They clapped and sang through their daughters performances.
The cuttle-fish of marching boots and loud banging steady the door brought the festivities to a limping gait.

I’m Richard Brumer, an 85 year advanced in years author. Most young people today be sure nothing about the Holocaust. Some saw it never happened. It is inconceivable to imagine that in a civilized the public humans could kill so many millions of innocuous people for one reason only–for they were Jews Even animals carry off only for food–not out of hatred. As a boy I was suspicious in love of my friends who felt the care and passionate affection of their grandparents. Mine were murdered in Auschwitz. I was without more a young boy during the armed conflict of powers and lived in the United States except I thought about those times and wanted to scratch a novel that dealt with the Holocaust still also wanted it to include a delight story. It’s called The Chemist’s Shop

I began my writing career three years ago. My rudimentary novel, Meeting Max was a learning experience like no other. I made a prosperity choice when I joined a writer’s arrange. They tore my novel apart (gently) ~-end I learned the basics of caligraphy. Then I wrote another book called The Last Sunrise. It’s hind part before a man who searches for single in kind last adventure before he reaches the extremity of his days I like figment because it gives me more freedom. I still have to do exploration but with fiction I can exercise my imagination and lie a fortune (smile)

Let my main character in the Chemist’s Shop teach you what it’s about:

My character is Miklos Rosen and I was born in Hungary in 1910. I met the devotion of my life, Ilona, a rude girl when we were both twelve. We married in 1930 during the time Hitler came to endowment. We had three daughters, twins, Magda, Rosa, the two eight and little Eva, age five everything with the promise of having successful dreams for their future in the nature of music, dance and literature. The perfect of marching boots and loud banging attached the door put an end to their young lives in compression into a small compass camp. Later, Ilona found her freedom in Auschwitz by leaping into ~y electrified fence. I survived the camp, immigrated to America to which place I anglicized my name to Michael, met the SS magistrate, Hans Stern who was responsible beneficial to the deaths of my family and sought vindicate by punishment.

I could not protect my family in concentration camp but could take satisfaction for their deaths now. It wasn’t not far from killing Stern. That would be moreover easy. His death has to subsist slow, painful, and diabolical. and it began with a game of chess.

My earnest persuasion to new writers would be to spasmodic effort writing a story from your creative power but know how it’s going to cessation. Always try to include a tenderness story. Then join a writer’s collection. Oh, one other thing—write each day and keep writing—don’t annotate and emend your work until your story is written. Trust me, whether or not you keep writing good things force of ~ happen. Never give up!

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