For my freshman year of college I attended a very small and expensive private college. It's one of those places steeped in Ivy League legends, complete with a who's who list of alumni members. My father, his father, and several generations of men in our family had all attended. I considered myself lucky to have been there at all, if only for one year. My f...
A seasonal Clef story Preface: (If you have read "Summer Nights", you can bypass this.) Oswald MacDonald (call me Mac) met and fell for June Jones during a battle of the bands at Naked City nudist colony. His band, Slip Stream, won the contest and a recording contract. Her band, Jonesville, won nothing but got a lot of gigs from the publicity. Their romanc...
At the uppermost level of a castle, by the ledge of a broad arching window facing the ancient forest, sat the Huntsman Hansel. Though he wore the clothes of a simple commoner, an acknowledgment perhaps to his post as a huntsman, he was in truth a person of some status. Indeed, five years has passed since he was compelled to go to the castle, harassed into we...
Nicole had too many nights, with too much time, to think about too many things. She was lonely. The reasons why she was alone are as important as the unusual remedy she chose. Besides, for a single woman in her late forties, working ten and twelve hour days, living alone in a big city, to address her social isolation requires some imaginative thinking. With...
"I like to look beyond the great feats of a historic person to the little anecdotes that reveal the true person. Caesar, for example, was once captured by pirates. He felt it was safer to wait out dictator Sulla's death in Bithynia. When Sulla died and Caesar returned by boat, he was captured by pirates," lectured the history teacher. He carefully paced alon...
Given the surprises she seemed to come up with each time we got together, I wasn't sure what to expect when Kathleen called me the week after our lunch with Jennifer and asked if I were free to drop by about eight the following Wednesday evening for a drink and to meet her brother, Marc. I remembered she had mentioned him the night of our whipped cream fuck...
She walked slowly down the long hall toward the closed door. The sound of phones ringing, people talking and keyboards clicking emanated from the offices around her. She stopped suddenly before the ornate, wooden door. She noticed that the secretarial desk on the left, where Miss Chang sat, was vacant. Her eyes stared at the gold nameplate attached to the do...
While the people, places, and events found herein are all based on actual people, places, and events, I have changed them all so significantly so as to protect the innocent (and the guilty) that they don't really resemble reality. These are basically real-life inspired works of fiction. ***** So here's the thing you need to know about me: I used to be a m...
Part I Making Friends She wrestled with the large pots and thorny rose bushes to get them to the open tailgate of the pickup, squatting and duck walking under the low cap that covered the truck bed. Once she got them to the tailgate, though, she realized she was stuck. She could not possibly lift them from the truck, let alone carry them into the yard. She...
"Love You Forever..." started as an idea for a 3,000 word contribution to the Halloween contest and it turned out to have a life of its own. I have the complete story almost finished, so as I'm dedicating myself to the editing process, I'm releasing the lengthy story in sections manageable both for your reading and for my editing. The next chapter should be...