Author's note: All characters and situations in this story are fictional except the well known very public names, obviously. I DID read Tommy Franks' autobiography about 10 years ago and hope I retained and represent all the key things from it accurately now. But no guarantees based on my current memory state. This is a supplemental story to my "Special We...
The phone ringing wakes me, my head pops up looking right at it. When it rings again I move to it, Tony only rolls over as I pick it up. "Hello." I'm sitting on the edge of the bed stretching my legs, a small groan escapes me. "I'm calling for Tony Samson I hope I didn't get the wrong number." An older man's voice says to me. "No you got the right number,...
Her heart was racing. She could feel a small bead of sweat running down the back of her neck. Suddenly she was very aware of the stillness of the world around her. A warm early-afternoon light was filtering into the room. The shadows it cast as it ran across the rooms furniture caused odd angled and thin projections along the wall beside her. The screen flas...
Ignoring her fast cooling cup of coffee, a pouty lipped Jodi scowled skeptically as she eyed her cell's send button. Her scowl didn't stick, morphing instead in to a self-satisfied smirk as first she cleared, and then reentered, this time in all capitals. Then, with a growling "Grrr" hissing through her lips, she punched in a trio of explanation marks. Satis...
"Mom!" She called loudly. There was silence. "Mom?" She repeated, peering into the kitchen. It was empty. Her mom's car was out front, as well as one she had never seen before. Perhaps she was entertaining in the back yard, thought Tina. She went through the kitchen and was about to open the back door when she noticed something though a slit between the d...
Lit 6 14-20 14 pick a side Max Stone, the sign read. It was being held by my best friend, Jennifer. Well, she used to be my best friend. She was about to have a real problem. Jennifer hugged me tight and asked, "How are you? Are you still mad at Marty?" "Who me? I'm not mad. I'm just going to sue his ass off. You are going to have to pick your side on thi...
My wife has a tattoo on her left thigh. I guess that there are other men whose wives have tattoos as well, but this one is unusual, if not unique. It is on the outside of her thigh, level with her pubis, hidden by a skirt or shorts, but since I designed it, I am always conscious of it being there. When she wears stockings and a suspender belt, the tattoo is...
This is a tale that primarily set in the middle seventies. It was half a generation removed from the civil rights movement. I live in a small county in a middle Southern state and I remember it well. Even now, racism is still present, but it seems more directed at the mass of illegals that has flooded the area. I could have put this in interracial, or mayb...
I have made an Executive Decision. I will not force you to read long sections of poorly translated Spanish...from now on if it is spoken by Hector, it will be italicized, and you can automatically assume that it is in Spanish. Google Translate will greatly thank me for this decision, since now they can go back to helping high schoolers pass their foreign lan...
Chancellor Inga Braun was at the Berlin Tegel Airport to greet Gwen and Steve upon their arrival, and did so with great warmth. The two women hugged and were soon chatting like old friends. Gwen invited Chancellor Braun to ride in the motorcade with her to the American embassy, which would allow them more time to discuss issues of mutual concern. For her par...