This is the final installment in my 'Promise' stories. If you have not already read "I Made a Promise" and "Keeping My Promise" I suggest you do so before reading this one. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did in writing it. ***** I was in the kitchen cleaning up after supper one evening when my seven year old daughter, Alison, came in carrying the...
Andy was an avid reader and he stopped at his local library most nights on the way home from work. He didn't really need to because he did almost all of his reading on his kindle but he was interested in one of the librarians. Susan was not at all attractive, she was as thin as a rake and her figure could be likened to two peas on an ironing board. She did...
At eighty-two years old, I thought all I had left to do was wait to die. When I got real sick, the agency sent over a girl to take care of me for a few hours a day. Ginger was one of those real brainy girls who graduated from high school when she was fourteen, got a degree in pre-med by the time she turned eighteen. She was working for the agency to help pay...
Janie was excited. She had never been so turned on before. Her best friend, Marcus, was coming over. She had a secret that he would find out sometime that night. Marcus was nervous. He had lusted after Janie for a long time. He used the pretense of wanting to rent a few movies and watch them with her to get close to her. He thought that maybe tonight was th...
[Movie review with possible spoilers.] The future has arrived 2019 is the setting of the original 1982 Blade Runner. While don't have replicants or flying cars yet, we do have something that Deckard probably didn't: unlimited access to every kind of pornography imaginable. If I'm in the mood for it, I could sit in Bryant Park on a sunny afternoon and link...
Good Day! I Began Writing This Essay— Tuesday, January 30th, 2018, 6:31 p.m. "Well, it means being able to find and arrange just the most effective words to communicate your feelings and explain things." —Dr. Deborah Morelli ("Lying Young" part 1) Top of the morning to you! Or, bottom of the evening to you! Or, whenever you happen to be reading. Of the...
Daphne Moon surveyed the contents of the dingy dressing room – all it contained was a small rack of clothes, a table and a tattered old leather couch. The room gave off a dusty smell, as if it had not been cleaned in years as she sat on the leather couch and she scanned the clothes that had been laid out for her. On one side of the couch, neatly folded in on...
Daphne Moon stared at the blinking, multi coloured lights of the Seattle night time cityscape from the balcony of Frasier's nineteenth floor apartment. She shivered slightly from the cold air as it whistled past her bare shoulders and arms but it did not matter to her. Life for Daphne Moon was just about perfect -- she had a dream job with the Crane family a...
Will loosened his tie as he walked through the door. It was late and he was tired. 'Hey honey,' he half-whispered as he took off his jacket so not to wake his two young sons. His wife, Esther, walked out of the lounge in her silk dressing gown and greeted Will with a kiss on the cheek as she began the usual routine of asking how his day had been. Esther had...
An Arresting Officer Officer Greg Morris couldn't wait for his shift to end, so he could just go home, pop a few beers, put his feet up and call it a day. It had been one of those days that just seemed endless. Greg was proud to be a Police Officer. He worked hard, was diligent, helpful to everyone, did whatever was required of him. He took his job serious...