He walked out of the cemetery gates blinded by an accusing sun. Its harsh glare seemed to persecute him. The only woman in his life who was worthy of his love and respect, and now she was gone. If ever he had been lonely for a woman before it was a feeling he could always counter, but in his current state it was a deep trench of emptiness and loss. He would...
It was a cold winter snowstorm in the woods of Oregon state and Maxine was inhaling bursts of cherry vapor between sips of a mocha latte inside a locally owned shop in the middle of nowhere. It was a stop for drifters and travelers like herself, Short brown hair settled to her chin under a pink woolen cap. Square glasses fixed her terrible vision and kept he...
Chapter 39 – Tracy in a plane crash The TV announcer was talking at a rapid rate. Several of the others in the room stopped what they were doing to look at the screen because of the panic in the announcer's voice. " ... the plane had just taken off from St. Louis' Lambert Field. According to local sources, a microburst from a nearby thunderstorm may have...
Lost we are; among the far from native in a native land. The tongues are mixed, as if stuck together, and yet every word seems to stretch in midair. It becomes dissected to those who listen and choose to look upon the grotesque inners. There lies the smut of a thousand nations and the decline of a thousand generations. Listen to the courting with yells inste...
Special thanks to KillerMuffin for her editing assistance * * * * * The first time I saw Laura, she was standing in the middle of the road. Silent. The only movement was a slight tremble from the tears rolling down her cheeks. I walked straight past her, assuming the classic "Oh, I didn't just notice you" expression that London people are somehow innately...
Dear Father, or should I call you Sir? Most people around you do. I was five when mother died. Her smile and the warmth of her body were the last things I remember of her. I have an image of you laughing as I was nestling on her lap. After her death I was forbidden to talk about her and was deprived of my chance to grieve for my mother. I know she must h...
Here's how I once changed the entire outlook on sex for a workmate, after his divorce, with the help of an "Old Maid." Working night-shifts on security was boring as hell, sometimes. It was okay when there was trouble to deal with, but most nights were spent sitting around the guardhouse trying to pass the time. One of the other guards I got along with - a...
Gail King, a natural blonde with a figure sculptured perhaps by the sculptor's gardener employed to shape shrubs rather than by the sculptor himself was deposited on rickety jetty on Kismet Island where there was a small roof on four poles for shelter. "Don't worry love," said the deckhand with an unusually soft Aussie accent as she steered the inflatable...
The market was where he first got his start. Young Atlas had been living on the street since he could remember...he didn't know his last name, didn't have a need for one. He also couldn't tell you just who his parents were and he didn't really care. When begging didn't work, he turned to thieving and had soon become quite the accomplished pick-pocket. But f...
This story was written collaboratively with Goodeater, and I want to thank him for challenging me to step outside of what I normally write. I'm looking forward to working on the second chapter (and maybe more) with him. Enjoy! ____________ He seemed to be a very nice young man. He had moved into my spare rooms downstairs just last week. It was unfortunate...