Hi folks, this story is based on the Concrete Blonde song of the same title. Listening to the song might help you enjoy the story more, but it isn't necessary. From now on when I do s story about a song, I'll try to give you a warning on my twitter page so you can listen to the song beforehand. I'm grateful to Mikothebaby for her usual incredible editing job...
In April of 1989, Linda and I had planned to have Bobby Wilkinson and his wife, Michelin, visit with us. They live in Scotland. We received a phone call from them. They informed us that Michelin had finally become pregnant and Bobby didn't want her to travel. We all agreed to postpone their trip to some indefinite time in the future. I had commissioned the...
Author's Note: I said in the comments to Ch. 06 that there would only be one more chapter until Jeremy left for the Navy. Turns out, I lied. There are just too many story threads that I want to tie up before we make the jump into the next phase of his life, and this chapter started getting a little more complicated than I anticipated. But I will make you a...
"I swear. If I didn't know better, I would think you had planned all this." My wife is still grumbling, even though she knows there's nothing to be done. Corporate crashed our reorg plan, and we have to rework and resubmit by Monday after next...vacation plans or not. "I won't lie and say I'll miss spending a week with your cousins in Tennessee...I don't kn...
They said things would never be the same. The knife edge of a moment, separating the world of the past from the uncertain world to come. Of course, it was more than a moment. The Black Christmas attacks had occurred across hours at least. If Esther and the others at the party had been listening to the news they would already have heard about the first huge...
"You've already helped," that's what she said before leaving. It's been almost two months since that day, and I distinctly remember every single detail. I have relived those moments over and over in my head every day, how we began talking, her smile, her eyes, how she laughed, when she cried, the way she moved, her body, her smell, and the taste of her lips,...
For the rest of Saturday, I mulled over what had happened at my blonde lover's apartment. At times, I was angry at Jessi for being angry at me for nothing more than a dream. At other times, I was angry at myself for not being able to make a choice between Jessika and Jessi. I knew I could not keep Jessi if I continued my friends-with-benefits relationship wi...
Angel... Please get well. The Session After entering the dungeon, I removed my cowboy hat and hung it on a peg on the wall. Judy's was still on the back seat of my car. I told Judy to turn and face me, which she promptly did, the bandanna blindfold still in place. With my right hand I grasped the left lapel of the duster and gave it a hard yank. The flash...
As the plane circled the airfield and once again I asked myself what the heck was I doing here and was I just living a dream. This whole thing started as a way to vent my anger at women. Or rather one woman in particular I had just had a visit from Cathy my ex wife she had come to finish packing the remnants of her stuff from the flat, with the new boyfriend...
This is for the Earth Day contest so please vote. Also, I do not endorse any of the actions of the characters in the story. If you think they are morally dubious, you are correct. * One of these days in your travels, a guy is going to show you a brand-new deck of cards on which the seal is not yet broken. Then this guy is going to offer to bet you that he...