Charlotte Cavendish hurried through the chill November air, head down and shoulders hunched as she hugged the laundry bag tight to her body. It was unseasonably cold and she couldn't get to her small apartment on the Ku'damm quickly enough. Besides, at this time of night the streets of Berlin were no place for a woman to be out alone. As she rounded a corner...
Enterprise is a ranching town with two stoplights and three bars. Saturday night, payday, there's traffic backed up all the way through town from Walmart to the highway and fuck you if you want to park a reasonable distance from where you're going. The bartenders at the Red Dog park nose-to-tail in the alley behind the bar and hope for the best. More than on...
All build up no delivery, laying groundwork. I picked my way up the narrow path between the top of the gorge and the moor with the open landscape on one side and the steep rocky slope falling away to the other. I'd been drenched down in the valley earlier in the afternoon, and apparently it had rained here too, so that the worn rocks of the path over which...
Bewitched There was a hand on Jenna's shoulder, too close for her eyes to focus so that it overlapped itself like a shadow. She blinked and turned slowly towards the voice. "Can you hear me, darling? What's your name?" The face hanging over slowly resolved itself into some degree of clarity: round, made even rounder by the tight pixie cut, concerned an...
Laurie pulled her new red Saab into a too small space in front of her too small apartment. Struggling to open the driver’s side door against an offending elm tree, she stepped out of the car and right into a puddle. “Oh, that was unexpected!” she huffed, sarcastically. She turned and grabbed her bag from the front seat and hurried into the apartment lobby....
"Wise up" my best friend Julie told me. "You're boyfriend is a cheat and liar." I didn't want to believe her, but Julie had a real knack for figuring people out. She is about six years older than me, has been happily married for five years but had gone through a whole series of guys that looked good on the surface but were really jerks, and has developed rea...
I started this out as an exercise in writing in the first person and it sort of developed in to a cute story. I just want to point out the grammar is intentionally odd to emphasis Kat's way of thinking. Sasha's sentences are deliberately mashed to stress her accent and the Russian words are spelt as they are pronounced. Pleases note this is a work of ficti...
Author Note: At some point in time I had intended to expand this into something much larger, but I've been focusing on another project at the moment. I do hope you'll enjoy this little oneshot. ***** Even the music was playing quietly tonight, though that wasn't surprising for a Tuesday. Soft rock playing a background to the conversations of people who wou...
They were, for the most part, silent, lost within their own thoughts, as they put mile after mile behind them on the Nebraska plains. The vibe between them was good; no, it was excellent, if truth be told. The silence was more a manifestation of the realization that soon, way too soon, they would be 'back in the real world', to use Trish's phraseology. That...
Another chapter in the life of Cara, a librarian with a penchant for young and natural women... *** It was something out of character for the middle aged librarian to slow her car on the shoulder of the dark and desolate highway when she saw a hitchhiker, because ordinarily Cara Janowsky would sooner step over a vagrant or brush past a person in need rathe...