CHAPTER SEVEN (Sunday, 21st April 2002) 'Guess what?' said Rita as she came back into the waiting room. 'Alex won't leave his sister's side. You'll have to go one at a time.' 'I'd better go last.' Mother smiled. 'I might have to drag him out by the ear.' The nurse had a put-upon air about her now, doubtless thanks to Alex. Heather followed her through a...
Eliza "This is so amazing!" I thought to myself, I am here with my best friend Aurora who is so pure, funny and beautiful. Aurora is a kind soul with a strikingly blue pale eyes, tonight she is wearing a shiny diamond pendant, crimson red lipstick, mascara and an elegant blue Capri dress. Aurora is one of those stunning women with really poor self-esteem. I...
The hallway was cold and drafty. Silently I stood outside the oak-panelled door, softly kicking my heels against the wall. I had endured the first half hour of my wait with a growing apprehension and now, chilled and weary, I could feel the fear gripping me, wrapping itself around my shoulders like a dark December night. 'Come!' summoned the voice within....
Victoria went over for the seventeenth time that morning over her bland, watery eggs what had happened between her and Lola two weeks before. Now she was swamped with finals; she cursed herself for taking on the required seven classes, plus the three classes at the local community college. She had taken three classes at the community college ever quarter for...
I was apprehensive about going home with Darleen, I mean she had told me her family knew about her orientation and accepted it, but I was still too introverted to face others who would know about me. At times I regretted agreeing to go home with her for the weekend, but now felt committed as she was the type of woman who wouldn't take no for an answer. We d...
"How high..." sings Lynn. "How hi-igh... How high the moo-oo-oon!" With echoes of Sarah Vaughan, she stretches the final word beyond its normal constraints, modulating the tone, while her fingers follow a little behind on the piano, finally resolving themselves in improvisation when she senses there is little more to be squeezed from one word. The audienc...
My car puttered into the parking lot of the veteran's hall as the sun set. I had managed to get out of work early enough to race home, do my makeup and hair and put on my new dress. My nerves were shot, and my stomach full of butterflies as I sat behind the wheel, staring ahead at a sky that looked painted. I took a deep breath, smoothing the crinoline on my...
Unless you read part one of this story you'll have no idea what is going on, so I really urge you to do so. If you don't and then get confused don't come complaining to me. ****************** As I walked to the table a million manic butterflies were disco dancing inside me. I could have veered off and gone and sat at the other table with the main gang, but...
Inside the Tent While the first story in this collection was entirely true and the second was partly true, this final story, unfortunately, is pure fiction. An imagined resolution, if you want to call it that! I hope you enjoy it. * Maureen had told me that the two of us were going to the forest to check out the facilities and so on. We would be spending...
I walked into Quinn’s like I always do. Gayle, the bartender looked up and said, “Harri, I don’t want any trouble.” I said, “Look, Gayle, thirty days in jail and fifty stitches taught me a lesson. You won’t have any problems with me. Promise. Now gimme two drafts and a Guinness.” She drew the beers, and I sucked the first down as she was putting the Guinne...