Los Angeles Union Station was bathed in the soft orange light of dusk as I entered the huge concourse, headed for baggage check-in. I had my tickets for Amtrak's Train Number Four, the Southwest Chief, heading for Chicago, and was looking forward to spending almost two days on the train, seeing America from ground level. I had booked a Deluxe Bedroom, comple...
We had been out shopping at the local grocery store. I had parted from my wife, Sherry, in order to save time by selecting items we needed and bringing them back to where she was shopping in the frozen foods aisle. As I rounded the corner to the frozen food aisle I saw our cart, but not Sherry. Instead there stood a dark-haired, dark skinned woman dressed i...
*** The Ride *** Valerie leaned over the top of her bike's handle-bars to attack the steep San Francisco hill. Her legs and lungs burned from the climb. This was the hardest part of her Saturday ride, but with each labored push the stress from her week washed away. As she approached a cross street a SFPD officer put his hand up and signaled for her to st...
Anna woke early the following morning, her mind racing as she thought back to the events in the cinema the night before. She could easily recall the feeling of the hard floor against her back, and her hands still ached from the vice-grip she had on the plastic chair legs surrounding her. She could vividly picture the expressions of the voyeurs standing alon...
Harley thought of his wife, a beautiful, sleek-bodied Japanese woman - from Japan - with a mixture of longing and regret. His ex-wife, actually. She had left him two months before, declaring irreconcilable differences and her agreed upon portion of his fortune. Not much considering, but...there was a part of him that still missed her. Terribly. He sat alon...
N--- was a pretty young Asian woman. The first time we went out, I picked her up after she got off work at the restaurant where I had met her. We had made no particular plans, which suited her just fine. As we drove around looking for something to do, a dance song she liked came on the radio, and she closed her eyes and began dancing dreamily in the bucket s...
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Lisa and Don had been close friends for years. What was odd was the way their friendship had come about. Lisa had been the college roommate and best friend of Don's ex-wife Sheryl. Don and Sheryl had gotten married shortly after college and Sheryl continued to hang out with Lisa regularly. About a year after that, Lisa married a guy named Erik. Don and Eri...
Note: "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5 is obviously not my song. In many ways, it is my song, as it seems to be the anthem for lonely young women out there, but I do not own the rights to it. Since I won't be profiting in any way from this short story of the same title or quoting the lyrics, please don't sue me...And yes, some of the lyrics are missing. Eric...
I fidgeted like a first-time wheelman during an armed robbery, waiting for my boy to come out of the Pump-N-Pay. Not that my anxiety was anything out of the ordinary. I've been on edge for most of the week, cramming for midterms. Hell, I've been on edge for most of my life. My refilled script for Xanax, set in my front pocket pressed against my thigh, each...