"Dinner was a delicious Tony, thank you," Becky said with a pronounced English accent. He soft brown eyes sparkled in the candlelight. "Yes, thank you, Tony. You've been very kind," her friend Jasmine added. Jasmine was from India originally. Her dark hair, eyes and skin were quite a contrast to Becky's reddish brown hair and pale skin. If possible, Jasmine...
Gene spotted her the moment she walked in. There wasn't much of a doubt in his mind, it was Melissa. It did take him a moment to see what was different. The slightly too short dress with the touch too open bodice allowing the upper portion of a lace lined bra to show was the same. The long flowing red hair with about every possible color there is in it was...
The sounds of the birds chirping and the clicking of the hookers boots clattered outside my shabby motel room. I sat on the creaky spring bed, in the musty atmosphere of the room. The sun shone in through the blinds highlighting the air full of dust. I was waiting for someone, someone special in fact. The senator's wife, who for whatever bizarre reason wante...
The scent of the lilacs simmered through Samantha’s nostrils; the aroma flooding her body. She liked the sweet fragrance, and took another sniff, filling her lungs. Smiling, she stepped away from the vase, and inspected her handiwork. The evenly distributed Lilacs were a delightful sight. Robbie, her husband, would like them too. Samantha continued to check...
Working with Jose was something of a trial. "Alan, may I ask what you are thinking you are doing with that torch and those tanks of gas?" I closed the jeep door and frowned at Jose's shadowy figure, standing against the crumbled wall in the darkness. "We have to get in somehow, don't we? The door is reinforced with iron and the lock will be corroded shut,...
I was driving down the highway back to my hometown of Charleston, West Virginia ready to begin the next stage of my life. My life so far was very simple and could be split into eight year spans between major events. My mom died during my childbirth leaving my dad to raise me himself. When I was eight I got into my first fight at school and my dad started to...
When I walk up the spiral stairs to Helen's rooms - taking each long, sharp-cut stone step slowly in order not to wake her so that for a few brief moments I can watch her sleep – I find she is already awake. Naked, she stands outlined in the tall arched window, watching the sun rise to softly caress the many spires and crenellations of this most beloved of c...
Chapter Three: Perspective Later That Night Baghdad, Iraq "So it could have been much, much worse," Major Bhandari continued. She traced out several small lines on the x-ray photograph of Morgan's ankle. "From what I surmise, either one of the hostiles had fallen in between your leg and the grenade when it blew, or you're simply phenomenally lucky to have...
Life had been good to Chloe. She was perfectly aware of being a cliché Southern Belle but felt this only accentuated her already irresistible qualities. Petite, with a cascade of golden hair that rippled like dawn on the Mississippi, tiny gravity-defying breasts, and a constant tan, she never wanted for dates or doting from her parents. Mama was proud that h...
With every inch the Sun clicked higher in the sky, Rochelle and Gavin couldn't help but bask in the warmth, each almost genuflecting with their free hands as they tried chasing the chill from their bones. They were wet, muddy, hungry and haggard, but they were still alive and the fact that they survived the night gave them each the will to keep fighting. Th...