Thanks to BlackRandi for the invitation to write in the Highway Song event. Special Thanks to Bebop03 and sbrooks103X for the edits. Editors are the reason any of this is readable at all and I really appreciate everything they do. Really, when I pass the stuff off to them, it is primarily written in purple crayon on torn construction paper... This may not b...
Thanks to my lovely editor, I wouldn't have been able to have this as polished without you. Also, a big thanks for all the great feedback on my little Drama. I know this chapter may start off a bit sad, but stick with it and you'll find a nice little surprise at the end. ;) -------- Chapter 4 10 years later I walked into the pub and sighed as I saw th...
Still undecided if I'd attend on the morning of the funeral, I selected the spring coat from my wardrobe. With that, I postponed any decision until noon. The coat had so far been my only purchase to add to the clothes I'd brought with me to France. It was dark blue and I could pass it off as black. Already the day looked as if it was going to be much too war...
You may want to read the previous chapters before this one. There are six chapters in all. Estragon copy edited this chapter. DG Hear Chapter 4 I had played with Vicky and gotten her ready for bed. I lay on the couch and watched TV and fell asleep. I heard someone knocking hard on my door. I was a bit disoriented just waking up but the knocking didn't stop...
"There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go." ~Author Unknown It was a normal Monday evening. Puttering around the house, cleaning up small messes, cleaning the hamsters cage. Yes, that's the part that sticks in my mind. Since that nig...
It seems that a number of people around me have recently experienced personal tragedy, sometimes unexpectedly and sometimes in the form or a lingering illness. Their grief and sorrow got me thinking and reminded me of a story told to me by a good friend Tino, who is now a retired minister. ****************** A man and a woman had a child. He was the apple...
Thank you all who have been reading and following along. I always appreciate getting feedback. It helps with becoming a better writer and it's always an ego boost, so feel free to reach out. I will always respond! The usual spiel: This isn't a stroke story, (more porn with plot.) Be warned, it's very long. 33+ chapters, and many sexless ones, which is why i...
©2012 Mendon Fishers I wheeled my patient from the cooler in to my "work room."She was a 74 year old female who had died of natural causes. I had three days to prepare her so that the family could have a viewing before committing her to a plot next to her predeceased husband. She was joining him after a separation of almost 10 years. I had plenty of tim...
XXXVII Unto the Next Generation Odile 2109 Every funeral is a mournful event. Although Odile had already been to more of them in her young life than she could properly remember, her grandmother's funeral was unexpectedly distressing. Granny Iris had lived for such a long time. She'd been alive before England became a republic; from a time in fact when...
The young man, brow furrowed and glasses perched low, bent over the table. His scalpel gleamed in the low light as he sliced through flesh and sinew. A thick tube was twisted with some force into the opening he created, allowing a dark viscous fluid to ooze toward the drain. Mr. Walker didn't move, but that was expected. Corpses tend not to do that. He turn...