I've been at this gig for about three years now in a Northeastern city. Career-wise, it wasn't what I expected to be doing at my age, but I can't gripe about the pay. This is for a private apartment complex (not a hotel, mind you), so it's rightly what Europeans define as being a Concierge (attending to high-end residents' needs). I'm in my mid-twenties, t...
Those of a certain age will recall 1962 as an optimistic year, perhaps the last year of optimism in the troubled, tumultuous decade that followed. JFK and his New Frontiersmen were in charge; the GNP was humming along and Viet Nam was still a place most Americans couldn't locate on a map. The Cuban Missile Crisis lay a few months ahead, but we were still bli...
Unlike my "sisters", in this occupation, I am not strung out on drugs. I have been doing what I have to, to survive. Three years ago I was in a car accident. It left me emotionally scarred. Those scars are still with me. My name is June, and life had been hard through most of jr. high school and high school. My dad, a farmer, had died when I was eleven. My...
© Copyright 2006, 2007 Dear Readers, The following story is a sequel to the very first one that I wrote, "Remembrance". It is possible to read and understand "Renewal" without reading the earlier work. If you could do so, however, it might enhance your enjoyment of this story. Thank you for choosing my work for your reading pleasure. Whichever you decide,...
The cabbie pulls up to my hotel and lets me out. I pay him with a fifty that I found and tell him to keep the change. He hesitates to take the money at first seeing as how I'm only wearing a towel, he must have been wondering where I pulled the money from. I very casually close the cab door and walk into the hotel, greeting all those staring at me. I walk o...
She sat at her desk thinking about her situation. It had been over a week since the revelation of his device. She didn't know where they stood in their relationship. She surely couldn't go to his house, and she didn't feel comfortable having sex with him at all if they were through. That he had seen her therapist was heartening; Patti had called to say he'd...
This story wandered a bit in the telling, and is more a collection of vignettes than a single thread. Those readers who know my Library story arc will recognise some characters in cameo roles right at the end. Their presence has a logic of sorts - it appears that I inhabit a singular universe. -- ooo OOO ooo -- Following the weekend class at Sophia's studi...
"Old Harvey Perkins is retiring," Adrian said. Patience laughed and responded, "It's about time, he's been CEO for...well it seems like for ever." "Not quite for ever," Adrian grinned. "He was with Old Mr. Montgomery when he started the company, worked his way up, and when the company went public he landed the CEO's job." The company in question was the...
This is a story about swimmers, so therefore, it must be a stroke story. Right? Am I right? ************************************* There were three generations of blondes occupying the table at the food court in the mall I had recently begun to manage. I had seen them before, perhaps each Saturday for about a month now. With each visit they captured more...
I awoke to a chorus of songbirds. Sunrise was just getting started behind the ridge at the rear of the hotel. Regatta Bay was still shrouded in darkness; scattered clouds glowed pink and orange in the indigo sky; a sallow near-full moon was sinking in the west. I imbibed the clean, crisp, salty air. I love that lonely, tranquil time when the night's reign is...