Author's Note: This is the third (and final?) story in my Friend series; it is also the longest. This story has changing points-of-view. Each section will be labeled by character: Ginger, Becks (Rebecca), and Zara. It is better to have read either (or both!) of my earlier "Friend" stories (Friends Like These and To Be a Friend) to understand some of the ref...
The store wasn't opened yet as I walked through my department, women's clothes, to put my purse away in the back. Mary hollered out "Hey Jenny! How's it hanging?" When I said 'hollered', I was being literal. There was nothing subtle about her. Mary is one of those chubby, and I'm trying to be kind, women who can no longer see between their legs because their...
Wendy woke up the next morning. Her blonde hair was in disarray. While going through her usual morning routine, she tried recalling the details of last night's dream but had difficulty doing so. All she could remember were vague images of herself and Sarah holding hands and dancing together in some strange place. Unexpectedly, her attempts at recalling the d...
I was having my morning coffee when a knock on my back door startled me. Being new to the neighborhood, I approached the door suspiciously, wondering who it could be at six in the morning. I felt a sense of relief when I recognized the woman who lived next door. "Hello neighbor," she said cordially as I opened the door. "I was beginning to think you didn't...
For mile after mile of beautiful, New York state roads, two co-workers, Beatrix and Emily traveled together in complete and utter silence. One of the two, she with charcoal-colored hair, anxiously tightening her fingers and palms around the steering wheel of the car in which they rode. The other, the one with long, straight golden locks, sat in an equal st...
Foreword Hi guys, it's me, Chrissie here with more intimate confessions. For anyone who missed my earlier "Short and Sweet" yarns I'm telling the tale of May 2017, the time of the first Brexit snap election. Well, the first of all the latest, way beyond-boring Brexit elections . . . And that particular bore actually happened in early June. It just dragged...
(For Katie, who knows all) " Do it yourself," I said when my aunt asked me to re-pin the flowers in the buttonhole of her jacket. I could see my mother's startled look. Though she disliked my aunt and knew I was difficult to control at times, she had thought that on Aunt Kitty's wedding day, which at last looked like passing off without too many recriminat...
08 - Teambuilding Lazy breakers drove a monotonous rush up the cliffs from Kamachooga Bay. To Anne it was kind of a symbolic sound at a symbolic place. That place... the very outdoor restaurant where she and Jean got down to real business just a few weeks ago. The evening was warm and quiet, and the setting sun started to paint the light feather clouds in...
Chapter 53 Indigo's Tales -- Part 2 The afternoon was bright, though there was a cloud cover that sent shadows rolling slowly across the rolling hills of Crown Ridge Cemetery. The gathering around the open grave included dozens of nurses from University Hospital who had taken the afternoon to pay their respects to Valerie Seeburg, who had died a week earli...
Warning: This story does contain incest. If you are sensitive to this or in any way offended, this story would not be for you. ***** Author's Note: I had originally written out an entire story covering the ladies of SiS, but then I thought it may not be published because it isn't really a story. Instead, I'm adding bits and pieces of that document to this...