Beth Swinton was the assistant director of the large data office of a metropolitan hospital. She was good at her job, and liked it but she longed for more human contact, since her world was a data world mainly. She was the one to lock up every evening and it always afforded her an hour or so of peace and quiet, once the rest of the crew was gone. The office...
(Author's note - This story was written in response to an email from a reader of one of my earlier pieces. He asked me to write something involving characters with certain specific traits and incorporating a list of particular plot events. I think I've met almost all of his requests. If anyone else has a character or plot which they would like me to try to w...
Backroads or: On Being Blown Sideways Down the Road Less Traveled There's something peculiarly energizing about a road trip, even if, as is so often the case, it's a journey to nowhere in particular. Even if you've been down the same road a hundred times before, there's always the hint of something new in the air, some new adventure at hand right around t...
They had been there in the Apartment from their childhood, they were the same age, playmates, studying in the same class, in same school through the good times of their teens, and everything in between. They were each other's half and partner in everything, and they were the best friends and inseparable, and it was difficult to assess how special their bond...
A Somewhat Less Than Divine Comedy Driftwood: A Prelude to the Evening 'Let me to take you down -- 'Cause I'm going to strawberry fields' Lennon/McCartney Rogues Bay, Tortola, BVI Today There were a few low clouds scudding over the far horizon, yet all-in-all the day's weather was looking good -- better than good, really, especially for the time of...