Experiments show that our senses only detect a tiny portion of what's out there. Worse, our brains manage to process just a fraction of that. It's astonishing how much escapes our notice - and escapes it so completely that we don't even realize we missed anything. Surely it wouldn't take much to exploit those limitations... (This story takes place in t...
Jeremy was only a few months out of college when he finally landed a decent job. He'd been working part-time and living at home while he was job-shopping for a 'career' position that was somehow related to his studies as a Marketing major. He had been applying for many positions in different locations, and it was a great relief when he'd been offered and ac...
..........................*** Chapter 34 ***........................... Esther paused, breathed deeply, and tried to listen. It was ten minutes since she'd last seen Mark. She was still too loud, her lungs wheezing a little, her heartbeat drumming in her ears. She could hear a distant stream, an airplane, and a very faint rustle of trees. Nothing from Mark...
It was a small town, so small that my new job there became something of a topic of conversation at Nan's Café, the Federated Bank, and the Quick Trip, which was pretty much the extent of downtown Fair Oaks. I wasn't altogether comfortable with that kind of attention, but from what one of my new colleagues was about to tell me, the reviews were overwhelmingl...
The next morning I woke up alone in bed. Someone was in the shower and I could smell coffee brewing. Moments later Bill came out of the shower. And Pam walked into the room holding a cup of what I hoped was coffee and asked. "Breakfast in here or down stairs?" I answered in a short clip tone. "Coffee here breakfasts down stairs." I didn't mean to be short...
This story was awarded Third Place in the 2020 Halloween Contest. Thank you to all my regular readers and my new friends who gave me a try and voted for me. For regular readers of mine, this story is nothing like anything I've published here before. If you've come looking for a shiny, happy lesbian love story with a Happily-Ever-After, as is my usual fare,...
April 21, 1889 Oklahoma Territory Abby tugged her late husband's long duster, securing it against the chilly breeze. Today and tomorrow morning were for standing in the long line of families and single men waiting for the cannon in Fort Reno to fire. The race would begin at noon. Figuring out how she was going to stay on her homestead for the required five...
Bill eased his car forward until the tennis ball hanging from the length of twine touched the windshield, then he shoved the shifter into park and turned the engine of his Jeep Cherokee off. He punched the controller on the visor and the garage door slowly closed behind him, leaving the outside world behind. It was good to be home in his safe and sane refuge...
Just after 11:45 AM, Martin Shackleford came through the door of Bettie's, a dismal, outdated local hangout, and walked dejectedly into the dim interior. A blast of superheated air wafted into the none too cool building after him. He stopped for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dim light after the bright late-August sunlight outside. Bettie got up fro...
or, an Essay on the Folly of Not Drinking Enough Rum Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. - Ernest Hemingway Long after the 'Cold War' ended, relations between The United States and Fidel Castro's Cuba remained - to put it mildly - strained. Well into the 1990s, when people fled Cuba - usually by boat...