This segment of a previous writing is included because it ties this story and the previous story, Finding Travis, together. ... From the final chapter of "Finding Travis". Christmas Day - Bridgeport Connecticut ... During the flight north and at the hotel Katie had booked for him, Travis had lots to think about. He hated leaving but as the sentiments at l...
My name is Allison Brand, and I'm a model. For the past four years, I've been a fashion model. I've modeled blue jeans, skirt-suits, sportswear, swimwear, lingerie, just about every sort of type of clothing they sell in America. And then, my roommate Chloe stepped in and interfered. Chloe has something of a twisted and playful sense of humor. In additi...
Fitting a gown for the Charity Gala Dave and Julie had been inseparable since the sailing date. Dave's shop was in between yacht restorations and Julie had quit the restaurant job, so nothing competed with their time together. Dave loved the way Julie embraced life, so he took her to all kinds of events and activities just to see the joy on her face. Dave...
This is part one of a two part story separated by eight years. The reason I link them together is that they took place with the same person, my girlfriend who later became my wife and because there are some similarities in what took place chiefly the fact that on both occasions, (and on those two occasions only), I set a personal record. I know that sounds...
One could not technically call it meditation, given her attentiveness to the muffled noises floating out of the innermost shrine. Cinna sat cross-legged outside the curtains and the door to the sacred space, assuming the posture and serenity of a meditative effort. She remained in place for hours. At a glance, no one would have suspected otherwise, and in fa...
Second Interlude Ava Frasch unlocked her car and sat down in the driver's seat. The whole car had an air of non-use about it. This was hardly surprising since it hadn't been used for a many a month, roughly a term and a half, in fact. It had been left securely locked up in the garage belonging to an acquaintance of hers, one Dr Fiona Allbright, BA BSc MSc P...
As always, thank you to GaiusPetronius for his helpful editing, which always improves the quality of my stories. ***** The problem with running was that it gave me too much time to think and too little to distract my thoughts, which inevitably turned back to the night before. Everything was all mixed up. I didn't regret it, but I did. I enjoyed it, but I...
Sunset Over Cairo A black kite wails through the cooling air as evening falls over the great plain of Gizeh. Beneath the sinking sun, the dull dirt landscape glows in momentary splendor. Shadows lengthen as the black kite plunges, and a tiny shriek of death goes unnoticed on the plain. To the east in Cairo's old quarter, Masr al-Qadima, a clear-eyed muadhd...
PROLOGUE The gorgeous redhead sat typing at her desk, amazed that her long, red fingernails didn't get in the way of her ability to fly across the keyboard. "I guess it's true," thought Jamie, "you really can adapt to anything!" She laughed out loud at the thought. Recently, her ability to adapt had met larger challenges than typing with the long fingerna...
An historical mystery written by request of my editor. August 1098 "God's Wounds, it's hot!" The grizzled soldier removed his leather cap and mopped his brow with a filthy rag. His younger companion at the sentry post nodded by way of reply. Below their vantage point in the gatecastle, the city sprawled, baking in the heat, although it lacked an hour to...