Thanks to all of you who have commented, favourited and been in touch with feedback on the previous chapters. I am energised by how many of you are aroused by the same things that preoccupy me. If you have not read one or two of the earlier chapters, they may help in putting this one into perspective. ***** So to re-cap, I found myself in our lounge gazi...
I stared blankly at the door to Room 225, at my door. For about half a minute I thought about walking away and getting something to eat. I would come back when reality decided to play fair. But a growing irritation was building in me and I decided it was time to get some answers. I banged on the door with my fist. I only did this a few times, before I reali...
Wednesday, August 29, 2007. The clanging sound of the dumpster being lowered to the ground woke me. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Ms. Kindle sitting at the kitchen table. She had my laptop open, and was reading something. I kept my eyes on her while I put on my pants. She didn't look up as I raced past her on my way to the bathroom. "Good...
"Cornwall's, Merry Christmas." "And a Merry Christmas to you, too, Andrew. It's Camellia, darling. How are you and yours?" "Camellia, what a surprise. We're going very well, thank-you, and how are things at the Trevethlyn's?" "Just lovely, thanks." There was a pause, "Andy, I was talking to Poppy last night and she told me that she and your dear Steven ha...
By way of introduction, let me say that if you haven't read the first chapters of this story, then much of the next few pages will mean very little to you. So I suggest you go back and read "Mister Jack Miller: Chapters 1 thru 6" to get the background on this tale. That having been said, please...read on... ****** I gathered the girls around me and looked...
"Happy Birthday, dear!" Marilyn smiled from ear to ear as she held out the little bag decorated with cakes and party hats and balloons. "Aw babe, my birthday's not until next week. I thought we were just going to go out to dinner to celebrate. You didn't have to get me a present too." "Fred, just shut up and enjoy. You don't turn 36 every day and I want...
Author's note: This chapter is full of plot development (a little reward for those of you who have been patiently waiting), and hopefully you find it as entertaining to read as it was for me to write. * "I want you to pack your things tonight, Gerard. It is time for us to go home." Mrs. St. Claire was standing in the doorway of Gerard's room, looking som...
©Nora Quick 2013 Chapter Six I couldn't write anything more of the dark Borgia biography and I'd given up on Googling my aunt Alessandra. It had to be an assumed name. In fact, I found no record of anyone named Joeson anywhere. So instead of writing or searching, I thought. I sat on the couch of my office with a book in my lap, pretending to read, petting...
I hated being treated like a kid. I was 18 at the time and my mom was going on a week long vacation without me. I was to be left in the care of my "Aunt Etta" ... actually one of my mom's friends from work. She had been around so long that I and my sister had started calling her auntie. It was spring break and I was out of school for a week. I had tried to c...
Author's note. Inspired by true events which took place nearly 30 years ago, this story is written for the Summer Lovin' contest. As with my story '48 Hours in Glasgow' the build-up to the main action is deliberately discursive, both to set the scene and, I hope, increase the expectation... Thank you for reading, and constructive comments are always welcom...