Chapter 01 It's two days after the explosion, and I'm in an evac ride to Germany. A little background is in order. Maybe somebody I don't know is gonna read this someday, so I'll watch what I say. Officially, I was part of what we euphemistically called Operation Sandbox. Oh it had an official name or three, but it was just the U.S. Army's way of making th...
As I reflect on my life, I see it as evolving through several distinct parts. Part 1.0 was the usual high school and college experience of a spindly, awkward guy who was late to develop both physical and social skills. In high school, I played the mandolin and read a lot. In college, I played a little in a band and then married the first girl who liked me en...
It wasn't until I was doing my umpteenth impeccable edit of this story, that it suddenly dawned upon me. "Flashman"!?! It has been a few years since I remember last reading any of Fraser's masterful1 series about the Not-So-Gentlemanly Craven Adventurer Across World History. Whom we all loved to hate. (We all hated to love?) Damnation! It pisses me off,...
I sit in the dim light of my apartment and watch my two children sleep, thinking about the decision I'm going to soon have to make, and every time I do my stomach clenches up. Am I a wimp or the most forgiving son of a bitch on this planet? How many times can a person be forgiven? Two, three, more, before the words 'I'm sorry' just don't cut it anymore? In...
Chapter 18 Duncan His phone buzzed a few times while he was on the phone with a client. Picking it up, he smirked when he saw it was a text from Marie. Knowing better than to look at it while he was trying to concentrate on a conversation with a customer, he finished the call and proceeded to unlock the phone and look at the messages that she'd been sendin...
Brooklyn I staggered into my house, kicking off my heels the moment I stepped through the door. I'd flown to Seattle, Washington, on Tuesday morning, and now, Friday evening, I was finally home in Chicago, tired and ready to sleep in my own bed. Short of flying charter, first class was as good as it got, but I still had to deal with crowds, terminals, lugga...
Hello my friends! I just want to give a quick update about this particular story. In order for it to line up correctly with another of my works, My Sister Made Me, there has to be a small time jump. The entirety of Lucky Man has taken place over the course of several months, from February to about mid-April if my quick math is accurate. Regardless, I didn't...
"Mark, do you think this dress is nice enough for tonight? After all, we are dining with one of the richest men in the world. I don't want to come across as a country bumpkin," asked Anne Wright of her husband. "I can't believe he wants us to dine with him." "Your dress looks fabulous," Mark replied. "I did him a big service on a contract he was negotiatin...
PROLOGUE I was excited. I have to admit, when it came to Emelia, just thinking about her got me pretty worked up. Tonight, however, was special. Tonight was her birthday. Serge', her husband, and I had been conspiring to surprise her for her birthday. Okay, let me backtrack a moment. I've known Emelia for years. She was part of the reason I quit being a pe...
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