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Author's note: All characters depicted in this story are 18 years of age or older. Memories May Be Beautiful and Yet... It was early spring, and in Tennessee, that meant warm mild days, flowers and trees in bloom, and for a young man about to finish school, a feeling that all was right with the world. It was shaping up to be the warmest day of the year so...
"You sure you still want to do this?" Jasmine asked cautiously. "We could just say you didn't feel well or something and cancel the sleepover." "I really hate the name sleepover... It always makes me think we're supposed to be having a pillow fight or some shit like that." Daisy rolled her eyes. "Besides...It's a thing now. When we're on break, we stay at o...
Chapter Nineteen – Mina. There is no bay as beautiful as the Gulf of Naples. No sea is as transparent yet sparkling with all imaginable shades of blue and green. No coastline has been shaped as elegantly, nor wrapped as graciously in robes of emerald pines and soaring cypresses. They form a sea of green, capped by the hazy pyramid of dormant Vesuvius. Fa...
Friday morning Sam planned to go to Irvine to buy her remaining books and scout out her classrooms, but she remembered the promise she'd made to Beth to talk to Angela. It was only the two of them at breakfast since Rich and Arden had gone surfing together, but she still put the topic off until the end of the meal. "Um, Angela" she didn't know why, but she...
"Valentine's Day, what a joke," Johnny Miller said as he walked by himself along the street lamp lit sidewalks. His hands were buried deep in the pockets of his thick hooded jacket as he tried to ignore the cold wind. He was tall and walked rather briskly, his boots striking the ground hard and occasionally crunching through a patch of unmelted snow. His bri...
Booker studied the painting with a critical eye. The colors were a mishmash of streaks and splatters, as if someone had tried to emulate Jesse Pollack. The effect was striking, if a bit off-putting. "Unexpected, yet appealing," a voice observed. Booker looked over. The man standing there was a few inches taller than him, a solid six feet high. He was youn...
Monday morning snuck up on Gavin Reese. His slumber troubled by the ladies in his building. Two women he had grown fond of were bruised up. A third he could only envision being roughed up, having not seen actual proof. He knew he should mind his own business but he felt obligated to defend these women. In a sense he was the man of the house. Being the only m...
The cab drove away and Paula took a deep breath before walking through the doors of the restaurant. Robin, the Maitre d', was his usual obsequious self as he greeted her. 'A pleasure as always,' he said. 'And Mister Ellis?' 'Seb sends his best,' she said. 'I'm meeting Saskia this evening. Girl's night out.' 'This way, please.' He led her to her usual ta...
I've lived on a lake almost my entire life. My earliest memories were when my family lived on Lake Texoma, in Texas of course, and I would swim almost every day of the year. To broaden my horizons for non-warm weather venues I got my first wet suit when I was eight and my first dry suit when I was twelve, so I swam almost all year round wherever my family wa...