Suggested by the stories by RedHairedandFriendly © A deaf couple welcomes a deaf-and-hearing couple as neighbors. "Well, look at that!" The above, and most of the dialogue that follows, is a translation of American Sign Language English to spoken English. Roger Cameron, the person who said those words, never moved his mouth, only his eyes and his fingers....
A true story When I was in my teens, I lived on a quiet, tree lined, street in Chicago. Nothing much ever happened. That is, as long as I stayed inside. I was, what was known, at the time, as a freak, (long hair well passed shoulder length). On one warm summer day, I was talking with some neighborhood friends. Rich Rogers, Toni Panoseo and one Rob Nemseck...
We have all had that one thing that we have done that when we look back on it we are shocked at how we behaved at that one moment. We try to forget and make since of it but no matter what we say to ourselves we know it was wrong. This was that one thing for me and even now I know it was wrong. I was in college and like most college students I was always loo...
Told you I wouldn't make you wait too long. This chapter takes place some time after the last one. There will probably be some confusion but don't worry all of that will be cleared up in the next chapter. So without further adieu I give you Chapter 4. **** Five years later "Damn Isabelle." A smile crossed my face as I walked around in my new outfit. It w...
I most likely began to lose my hearing about twenty-five years ago, but it didn't change my life style very much. Early in my career I had taught classes in Parenting, and one of the main emphasis of the class was effective listening. I was good at effective listening and I learned to lip-read without any formal training. A good listener doesn't just hear...
Chapter 7. Shawna To others Shawna seemed to have had a difficult life. Her mother died of a heart attack when Shawna was fourteen. She had been tall, strong, and a renowned collegiate athlete. Her mother was just thirty-four years old when she died. Her father never got over his wife's death. He turned to alcohol and died of liver failure the summer after...
Brooklyn I sat down at my desk and opened my laptop. I always interviewed my clients and potential companions in person, and Meadow was no exception. What was different about my communication with her was, after the interview, the rest of our communications has been through email and text. It took a little adjusting on my part because I was used to speaking...
This story is set in 1969. All characters are over the age of eighteen. All sexual acts are consensual. I'd like to thank a forum friend, since I spoke to her some time ago about a few details of this story. We agree she was a technical consultant, not a writing partner, but her help was valuable. NOTE: Some terms used here may now be considered politically...
Predictably, the lock made a discernible clunk as our scarlet front door creaked open. It was a familiar sound. A sound which represented the repetitive mundanity of my life; the routine of stagnant boredom. Same old work, same old dinners, same old house - the same old sex. That's not to say the sex was bad. My wife, Niamh, was a total knockout. She turne...
Joyce accepted Roger's hand as she exited the taxi that he'd arranged an hour before they were scheduled to arrive at Reno's to meet Joyce's sister Abigail and her date Tucker. Her slim fingers rested snugly in his strong hand. They were welcomed into the restaurant where Roger pulled a small card from inside his jacket, handed it to the hostess and then the...