The circle of trees stood for over a hundred years. A perfect circle, evenly spaced. The branches grew straight and the leaves were thick and green. They formed a canopy over the mossy green circle. On this night of the full moon, a woman stood alone in the circle. Candles were lit and set on the rocks within the circle. Above, moonlight shone into the circl...
Welcome to my life. My name is Henderson Pitts. A six-foot-two, lean and muscular young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Deval Patrick College, a private school named after the state's first African-American Governor. Built in 2007, the school officially welcomed its first class, made up of eighteen hundred students, in...
Night was coming with her curtain of inky black and glittering veils. Birds and other night creatures had found other places to play and hunt this night away from the silent city of granite. Twin headlights of a small car meandered disoriented thru the tree lined road to end by illuminating the massive iron gates stuck permanently ajar. The dome light flas...
John frowned as they walked past a small room. He stopped and looked through the bars of the room. A girl sat on the bed, her feet shackled to a wall. There was a small pool of water nearby. She looked miserable. "Hi" He said. She looked up at him. His guide turned to him in shock, grabbed his arm and moved him away from the room. "She doesn't talk. Don't...
I hesitated outside the building, a sliver of panic momentarily stopping me. The need was too strong - I had to do it. With a deep breath, I approached the door and pushed it open. The interior of the lobby was very basic, and it contained little more than an old couch and a coffee table. Across the room, there was a reception window and a door next to it....
I just love my life, mind if I say that? I really do... Everyday is filled with pleasure, it seems, from when I wake in late afternoon until I drift off, exhausted, sometime round dawn. And to think I was so...scared when it all began. I remember I was sitting in the quad outside my last college class, reading a book and sneaking a cigarette, after band pr...
Inspired by Sue Grafton’s alphabetical series. Gracie Abernathy gazed at her reflection in the mirror and sighed deeply. Her dark brown hair hung limply around her moon-shaped face. Her thin lips were pursed in an eternal scowl and her watery blue eyes bore the marks of little sleep and much anxiety. I look like a train wreck. Twenty-four hours ago, she was...
I was riding the subway across Seoul when I noticed this strait-laced older woman across the train sitting upright with her back arched and chin up. She was middle-aged and prim. Her blouse collar went all the way to the neck, like she was a 1660 Puritan. Her mind had to be all hopped up on Confucianism. She sat upright even as the subway car shook. Me? I wa...
"That is a very erotic fantasy, young lady. So when would you like to make it come true?" She stared at the words on the screen. Surely she misunderstood. "Oh, I'm sure it will never come true, Sir. It's a fantasy, nothing more." "Not necessarily, my dear. Do you trust me?" Did she trust him? What kind of question was that. They had never met, she didn't...
Part III The Return of Alison I took Adam's advice and booked a weekend at a posh California spa that Adam recommended. The rest, relaxation, and ultra-pampering were something I dearly needed. I found more than I bargained for at the spa. Was it possible Adam knew something I didn't? Was it a mere coincidence when I walked into the herbal body wrap sessi...