Road Trip Journal VII Week 1: Her Houston Houseboy Idly, Savannah peered at him over the rim of her wineglass. He looked almost peaceful. Almost. In fact, when one observed him more closely, he looked dazed. Perhaps that last rum and coke had been too much. In any case, the color was returning to his cheeks. But turned a little pale when he observed his pr...
There was a card on Amy's desk, resting in the home row of her keyboard so she couldn't possibly miss it before returning to work. Her desk was clean enough that any foreign object would be noticed immediately, of course. Amy opened the unsealed envelope and found a card with a sad-looking puppy next to a pile of crumbs and frosting on a plate, a few flecks...
The day was extremely hot. Utterly bored by the slow summer pace that had taken a firm grip of everything, I had walked down to the Town Square. But everyone seemed to be taking shelter from the heat indoors, and the streets were almost empty. I was about to head back home when I realised that I was just outside Aunt Jane's photo studio. Well, she was not re...
II. Lasagna Confessions Their kiss at the doorstep had been a promising surprise. Not that anything was certain to happen, thought Jason, but a kiss was a better start than shaking hands. During the day, while pondering about tonight, shaking hands had been his worst image. A sexy pair of brown leather pants clad around her butt. He couldn’t keep his eyes...
My early education was supervised at home by a tutor. I had qualified for university entrance by the time I was fifteen, so I suppose they would call me a nerd nowadays. Anyway. when I was seventeen my father decided that I should enter a seminary to finish off my education. Saint Nicholas was renowned for a high academic standard and firm discipline, and mo...
This wasn't the first time I had looked up at the typical Victorian terrace now situated across the street in the slowly diminishing light of dusk. I'd often driven past, and occasionally walked, wondering if I'd ever have the courage to enter, but also knowing that once that seed had been sewn it was almost inevitable that I would one day be in the situatio...
"Ya know, Pops, you can lean on Jessie a little bit more. Pregnant women aren't made out of glass." Missy swatted my hand lightly to get my attention rather than nudge me in the ribs since she knew I was still very tender and weak. I groaned and kept moving my feet. It's hell being a cripple, even when it isn't forever. The girls were helping me from the va...
I was shivering a little in the night air--nerves? Temperature? Hard to tell at this point. I saw James look questioningly at me, and shook my head with a little smile. My heels clicked on the pavement as we approached the front of the hotel. It was an anonymous place, practically American, although this was a German city. The street was badly lit, but there...
With apologies to Alexander Solzhenitsyn... I woke up hard again that morning, as usual. It was the early aughts, maybe 2001, so I was a bit younger and more vigorous then. I belong, or at least am attached to, Richard, or 'the Yutz' as I half-affectionately call him. We're Russian Jews originally, now living on the outskirts of London, and his given name...
The night started much like any other. I had gotten off of my shift and headed next door to my regular restaurant. It was my way of unwinding after a long day, and today had become a longer day than I expected it to be. By this time of the night, my quiet table in the corner had been spoken for, and I was left with the only real choice of taking up a seat at...