The following is a sequel to my story "Couple Seeking Master". The city library is one of the few places that a homeless man can use to take refuge in a rain storm. If he is quiet, and polite, and clean, he might even be mistaken for regular folk and left alone for hours on end. A great deal of my time was been spent at the city library. I'd read some, and...
"You guys like the smell of salt air too?" "I do, but Mary is from Kansas City, so this is new to her." "Hi Mary. I'm Peter. And you're —" looking at the first girl. "Linda. I'm from Chicago." The student cruise around the world was sailing by the Statue of Liberty. Less than an hour into the four-month trip, I was trolling for a girl. The "Welcome Aboar...
Theodore F Walker was back in Vienna. Passers-by would have seen a slim man in his early fifties strolling in the early spring evening, apparently with no fixed objective. In that they would have been mistaken. Theo was early for his appointment by design: it gave him time to make a small detour. At the narrow entrance to Auergasse he paused briefly. The doo...
I hadn't intended to spend the evening sitting beside a beautiful young woman my daughter's age, shouting to be heard over the din in a crowded blues bar in Chicago. I was on the tail end of a two-week, 11-state fundraising tour, and by the time I finally started home I was so exhausted I didn't even know what day it was. Heading east from Iowa toward Indian...
This is a work of fiction, inspired by the true friends portrayed in this story. The story takes place in 1975 when we first met our long time friends. The names have been changed. Although discussed, the events described never took place. Enjoy the fantasy. Feedback is always appreciated. MEETING THE BERGMANS My future wife and I were visiting my parents...
I met this girl who looks like a fish and smells like a fish. That's not as bad as it sounds, because I've always wanted a fishy girl. The story goes like this. I went to Vietnam for a two week vacation. I'd been there before, years earlier, and I felt nostalgic. Sounds normal, but it was supposed to be a lot more than a vacation. And a lot longer than two...
The sun beat down, unrelentingly hot out of the Texas sky. My friend Marci and I had planned this trip for months. Just us two women spending a week in Houston, sight-seeing and just spending a little time getting away from it all. She had met up with her boyfriend Sean and they were doing the horizontal mamba at the most exclusive 5-diamond hotel in town fo...
DESPITE what the paramedic report said, I wasn't drunk or drugged when they found me. Well, drugged, maybe, but not the recreational drug they assumed. And I hadn't taken it voluntarily. Whatever my other vices, hard drugs have never been among them. Not that I can expect anyone to believe my story. They find a guy lying under the Storrington Bridge, out to...
The shop was silent as a monk's tomb, just as it had been all day. What little light trickled in through the windows gave the room an eerie, orange glow. Beautiful, but sinister. Once again, the city was being drowned by a sandstorm, which had turned the streets outside into an arid wasteland. The petrified eye hung low in the skies above the city, and the d...
ผี "I told you, Jeff, I'm a skeptic." "I've traveled the world, been to the sites of war crimes, genocides, murders, hotel fires, and I've not once, NOT ONCE seen a ghost." "My offer still stands. One million dollars to anyone who can prove to me that ghosts exist." "Look, Mr. Palmer..." "Call me 'Jay,'" he interrupted. "Jay, you didn't get to be a w...