With heartfelt thanks to my editor, who put up with me all this time, Kanga40. A real help to this struggling writer. * Her voice still cuts through to my soul to this very day. Now that she's a singer with a string of top ten hits following her I can only wish her the very best. Remembering her kisses and the way she to moves her body when she's working h...
The next day, Dan felt he had to go home. It was time. He was still bewildered by June's actions -- he knew in his brain what must have caused them; he only had to look in the mirror for that -- but he didn't understand them on an emotional level. He thought he knew what the catalyst was, but to hear why -- what she was thinking at the time when she decided...
Author's note: Here is a little story about a young man who has to open his mind and forget social taboos when he meets a woman who is not what she appears to be. I tried to find an editor but no one responded. ***** Tex pushed the door open to the diner and walked in. There were only a handful of people sitting at the tables and two at the bar. "The us...
BRUSSELS, VIENNA: APRIL/MAY LUKE, ANITA, ELENA 'Well, if she has to, she has to, I suppose. I'd better load her down with some self-study material, and she can e-mail me her written work for correction. The exam's only two months away though, and I'm not really happy about losing nearly half the class time that's left.' Anita and Elena looked at each other...
"'The Washintonian's' Most Eligible Bachelor in DC certainly didn't smile much as a kid, must have been because you were so accident prone. How many different bones did you break?" "Why are you looking at my photo album? Is The Post now going to do a story on my childhood?" "No, come on, let me look, we've been dating for almost two months now and I know n...
Readers, “Mergers and Acquisitions” Part I was received with much appreciated input and praise from many of you. Thank you so much for the response. Though the original release may have or not have been to your liking, I implore upon you to read it once more. What is posted at this time is not the same story you read as the original posting. I made an error...
Miriam Hancock arose in the morning alone but feeling joyous and revitalised. But when her early toilet had been done her smile faded, and she frowned. On the dressing table lay the fat envelope she'd received that morning from the lawyers employed by Lady Diana. It enclosed a letter that was dreadfully succinct. '... Our client as brought to our attention...
In the gymnasium a practise was in progress. "One, and two, and three and four," Hardwick's voice brayed above the tinny jink, jink, jink of an elderly piano. Ten students arranged in a double row of five were dancing to the beat as he called it. It was part of Hardwick's routine. Groups of them came to him daily, either for dance, deportment or gymnastics...
Chap 1 - A Tourist Accident I was in my third year of medical school when my parents died on an eco-tourist expedition to the Zambezi. Despite prolonged and expensive efforts, no trace of their bodies, or of the other tourist couple and the guides in their canoe, were ever located. The only explanation that came back to me and other members of the family fr...
This is the third feature in a short series of true stories. My biggest critics so far, have called attention to the fact that I spend a great deal of time telling about the peripheral items, conditions and circumstance. This one is no different. To me it is extremely important to build a case for why the main characters were at that particular place, in t...