This is another one of my stories based upon a well-known traditional fairy tale. ***** Chapter 1 Scarlet Hood lived with her parents on a remote farm in the heart of the Black Forest area of Germany. As a youngster, she had gone to the school in the local village five miles away. She had to walk there and back – no matter what the weather. At home...
The young girl poked the old man and said, "Scoot over." "Sure." He moved over in the booth and she slid in beside him. The old man looked puzzled when he said, "Who are you?' "I'm Jo, your waitress and I need your order. You've seen me in here lots of times before, you old coot." He eyed this hard bodied, beautiful young girl when he said, "Yeah, I think...
I was counting the days before my flight to Germany, where my teaching career would begin as a lecturer in American politics as the University of Munich. With three weeks to go, I had finished the research project for the university press where I was a parttime editor. I was spending my time scouting bookstores in New York and garage sales in the suburbs for...
Janet had finished hoovering her flat and was just ambling through her day in her mind. After she had retired a couple of years ago she had taken up planting her window box, she was still quite the novice but it was really coming along quite nicely. Her flat was south facing so she got the sun in the mornings mainly and as it was now mid morning she decide...
Over the years, I had developed many friends through my hobbies of CB radio and auto racing. Many an evening was spent enjoying one of our coffee and bullshit gatherings that seemed to develop spontaneously. Someone over the radio would suggest meeting at a Sambo's for coffee, and, before you knew it, twenty, thirty people, sometimes more, would show up. M...
Sitting at the table across from Florence Joseph, Sebastien Renard watched her eat. The big and tall young Haitian-American man smiled wistfully. Things were going pretty good. Here she was, having dinner with him and his grandmother Cecilia. Also present were Florence's younger brother and granny. Sebastien played the part of the congenial host, loving ever...
"How do you know what's a good steak?" asked a youthfully feminine voice as I browsed the meat selection at the Kaneohe Marine Corps Base commissary. Looking up, I saw a Eurasian girl who was looking intently at me and the meats cuts before us. With her light brown hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, she was cute in an understated tom-boyish sort of way....
Prologue 1969 A Funeral Anjelica Harris narrates I was late. I had flown in direct from Washington DC, leaving at first light and landed in Conrad, MT, mid morning. I called a cab which got me to the church, which was completely packed, standing room only, every single seat taken. That was only to be expected, of course, Joe Harris was always the most po...
"Merry Xmas Dave" Albert said as he came up from the boat. He looked at Dave relaxing with a cool drink in his hand under the Moreton Bay fig tree and grinned "you seemed to have recovered after your long visit with the doctor." "I wouldn't be too cheeky if I were you" Dave laughed. "I seem to remember hearing you and Salome just a few yards from here last...
The woman watched the three tables across the isle from her. Sounded like they'd all just graduated from high school. All those carefree years. What had happened to hers? These teens seemed to be filled with excitement about their futures. If they only knew. Four really attractive young girls sat at the middle table; they were obviously the most popular. S...