What happens when we die after sex with a beautiful woman as our last memory? What happens when we die? As if it's a replaying movie, is our last memory of life what we continue to keep after death? Is there life after death? Or once we die, is there nothing in the way that we felt and remembered nothing before we were born? Is there God? Is there Heaven a...
Though the overhanging black expanse of a new umbrella kept the pouring rain away from Amos Jefferson's head, it could not keep his face free of the saline moisture that had formed about his ebony eyes. As he stood silently, the gusting October wind began to whip the raindrops sidelong at the lower extremities of his pants. Tilting his umbrella to compensate...
“OK Aunt May, I’m heading off to the Bugle.” Sticking her head out of the washroom doorway May smiled and called back. “Alright Peter, you have a safe trip.” May Parker looked at herself in the mirror again, tracing a finger through her grey hair all while shifting her chin back and forth to see the lines and crow’s feet over her face. Time wasn’t kind to he...
There once was a small town where time seemed gently paused in the middle of spring. The weight of recent rain hung perpetually in the air, though no one could say the last time rain had fallen. Visitors were strangely rare despite the pleasant climate. If anyone ever cared to ask they would have learned that the townspeople like it that way. One day in tha...
I am a Trinidadian married with three children, and for the past few years since I’ve been with my husband Ronald I would have never envisioned myself cheating on him. However, throughout the years as our love making became tedious I couldn’t help but envision myself being humped by someone other then him. Although, I didn’t have the courage within myself to...
My tribute to the student hairdresser named Greg whom I’ll never forget. * I was fifteen years old. It was 1972. Mom had two coupons for free hair stylings at a local beauty college. She let me make use of both coupons. I don't recall much about the first styling. I will never forget the second. The student hairdresser who would perform that styling int...
A spirit of unease filled the night, capturing it, and defining everything and everyone in its own ideal. Lilly bit her lip, she'd never rode the train alone after dark. It was ill advised. Lilly stared down at the ad clipping. "Secretary needed for converting paper hard copy into Word files. Will be reimbursed generously. Housing will be provided. Seek inf...
It was one of those odd late September days when you notice the sun is setting earlier and earlier. I was two blocks from the office. I was excited, my boss, Jane, and my wife Trixie were going to Fantasy Fest in Key West; a weekend of fun and debauchery in the sun. Off the job we were best friends; however, even Trixie did not know that I had a secret crush...
'Where the hell did he come from?' She cried. Jean was reversing her car out of her driveway and somehow managed to hit a cyclist. Although Jean was reversing slowly she hadn't noticed Scott the cyclist powering along the road with no intention of slowing down. Jean clipped Scott's back wheel and sent him flying into the road. She got out of the car as qu...
"Yes, Ms. Schanz, the connection to the airport is great! You just take the airport train and in less than an hour you are at the airport, so you probably have plenty of time to go shopping in the duty free" came from Walter, but not completely unselfishly as he stood in front of Hannah Schanz, his 21 year-old tenant. In his left hand the 48 year...