I had been working in The Hague for about three months and in my rented flat for about two on Laan van Meedervoot, working in the Polder Polder area of Ryswick. Still coming to terms with Dutch names. However; I had found a nice restaurant in the next block where the Dutch couple who ran it sort of, adopted me, and gave me guidance in Dutch. Food was excelle...
I'd caught Peter's eye at Friday evening drinks not long after I had started with the stockbroking firm. He was high up in the IT section while I was running the Middle Office, and we struck up a friendship over subsequent drinks. Peter was the quintessential family man, married for 25 years with three kids, and was happy fixing mundane IT issues. Me, I was...
Nick pulled Barron close to him protectively and glared at the cop. "What the fuck you pointing that gun at us for?" he growled. "It's obvious what we're doing. We ain't hurtin' anybody." "Nick, take it easy," Barron hissed. "Do not get the policeman angry. We will end up in jail. I have the show tomorrow!" The cop snorted at Nick with a raise of his brows...
This is more of an essay, or perhaps an autobiography, rather than a story. Although much of what I have to say is based on my life experiences, the first lesson I have to share is to "Be yourself" and don't try to live your life to anyone else's expectations. I was born in 1941 and raised in a small, rural community in upstate New York. Now, in those days i...
I was tightly surrounded on the subway train by four young toughs, and I had a cock up my heretofore heterosexual ass. How could this have happened to me? It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and my wife, Florence, and I had taken a taxi downtown to Lacey's Department Store. We needed a new bedspread as the old one was getting pretty threadbare. We went u...
The builder's office shouldn't be dark at this time of day. True that the sun had set and it would have been dark in any event as the snow had begun to fall faster and was mounding up around the door. But Chet had made an appointment to deliver the plans for the Thornton's new house to the builder, and Danny had promised to keep the office open for him. Chet...
This story was written to be the final part of the Bellapais Villa story series, which is a co-operative writing venture with sr71plt, but a very different story has replaced it. * The island ferry from Mersin in Turkey had arrived at Kyrenia in Northern Cyprus on time, which was a rare event, and after disembarking, I took the old familiar walk along the...
All characters are 18 and over. They drink a lot, so they might also be British. I also wrote it high as fuck, so drop a line if you think I should do that more often. Work with me, people! ***** 1 The night city rolled by in glares and blurs. Golds and blues, and golds and blues. Streaking streetlight against the darkest of the small hours. That pleasant...
I don't know what kept pulling me back to his picture. He wasn't posing naked or near naked as many of the other men on the Internet senior dating service were. But he looked just so attractive to me—and he set my imagination going. Standing against a concrete wall plastered with graffiti in blue lettering, he was wearing a blue denim jacket over a red and b...
Ezra's day was supposed to start better than this. He woke up knowing (well, assuming) he was getting a promotion, a full year after starting his first real job. That was the good part. However, Ezra was currently trapped in a long line at the corner cafe, his entire office's drink order clutched in his sweaty hands,and he was late. Late for his own damn pr...