As the clock slowly wound its way towards 10:00 pm, Sonja could hardly wait for this day to be over. About once every three weeks she was scheduled for a 16-hour shift at the habilitation center. She enjoyed the people she worked with and it pleased her to be able to help the patients, who had behavioral problems too, but the double shift took its toll on he...
I was at the company's Christmas party, standing by myself near the bar. As I'd come down from one of the regional offices for the weekend, there weren't many faces I recognised. I looked over to the other side of the room and saw a group of women standing together chatting. One of them stood out - she wore a deep blue skirt with matching silk blouse. She ha...
It was early Saturday night. The summer rain had ceased for the evening, and tiny moist droplets were clearly visible upon gazing up at the streetlights that lined Cherry Street. John was on his way home from his best friend's house. It was part of his routine to visit Trevor on Saturdays. They had bonded over video games, as many men of this generation do....
While I was on holiday a few months ago, I had a small accident in the swimming pool. I bumped my hip against the steps when I was climbing out. There was a fairly large bruise beginning to develop just underneath the waistband of my swimming trunks when I got back to the hotel room. Susan, my wife, insisted that I needed to get the hotel doctor to check it...
This is the third story about a delightful young person who I have written about before in: "The Landlady's Daughter", and "The Landlady's Daughter 2." As I mentioned there, I had studied at a small New England college to be a professor of English, and my very first job as an assistant professor by pure coincidence was at the same small but expensive college...
I have written here once before about Tiffany, who was a young lady who lived in a house where I was a tenant when I first started out as a professor at a small New England College. (See "The Landlady's Daughter" in the Mature category.) This is another story about her. As I had mentioned in the earlier story, Tiffany was the beautiful 18-year-old daughter...
Linda's children had just left for school and Mark her husband had left for work. She looked at the unwashed pile of dishes and the mess that the kitchen was in. The laundry had piled up, the beds were unmade and the landing in the hall way need to be cleaned. Linda gave a tired sigh as she looked around and made a cup of tea for herself. She always took a b...
I watched them from afar while sitting at my table under the covered pergola on the terrace of the hotel. Still dressed in my khakis, conservative striped shirt and loafers that I wore from leaving Philadelphia's airport, the only action I was thinking about was filling my stomach with some decent grub, then catching a nap before the dreaded, boring, dinner...
Installment 1 - Welcome to my Domain There are those who would say that leading a double life is a stressful thing, a choice made in desperation, something done out of shame or fear. They say that in leading a double life, one cannot find fulfillment in either of their personas. I do not agree. For me, leading a double life allows me to experience the best...
The Scholar 1: Entrance The art school was before me. I took a step, then faltered. It was so...official looking. Could I do this? Go back to school after all these years & so many failures? Maybe it would cost too much. Maybe it had one of those ridiculous peer-reviewed grading systems. Maybe... No. Stop & breathe. When I'd entered the photo contest & won...