I lied. In the e-mail I told Allison that I had accidentally stumbled across her on the Internet while searching for someone else. Truth was, the only person I had been searching for was her. Twenty-five years ago we had been engaged. We had a fight. She broke it off. Life moved on but I carried my memories of her with me. I may have married someone else...
This second chapter is by request. I recommend you all first read 'The Recording Studio' from my list of works before reading this Chapter 2. The first story completely sets the scene for this one, which will be a little incomplete and confusing otherwise. Thanks to 2mart4fools for editing and typo hunting. I have freely used her suggestions and ignored...
I was lucky to get the job really. I had received minimal schooling as I was an orphan. I left school when I was 14 when I was put into the care of the Council. They started me to work in the Council Parks Department. I had stayed there until I was 18 and then left and had done odd gardening jobs since then. I liked to work outdoors and with my hands, so whe...
This story is a continuation of chapter one. It will make more sense if you read the first chapter first. I know it's been a long time coming. Other than laziness, I have no excuse. * The big Cessna Caravan sank slowly onto the dirt runway at Rancho Siam. Bob Wilford relaxed in the passenger seat as his adopted daughter, Meridee, expertly landed the big si...
I am Neena, wife of Raj. It was Sunday morning. We arrived at the hospital at about 7 am in our car. I was not in my senses. My husband Raj was badly hurt. His breathing was erratic. I feared for his life. The previous evening he fell down from a height onto a chair, in our house and hurt himself. Since then he had an acute problem. Our family doctor visited...
Sally McCormick stared out the car window, watching her world go by. It was a bright September morning, with the hot Georgia sky preparing to provide a late season scorcher. Sally's world, or the one she was allowed to see, was a relatively boring one. The young blonde teenager had been born and raised in Imperial County Georgia, in the medium sized town of...
Like other readers on this site, I have heard many arguments why one shouldn't harbour a grudge after being wronged. These arguments seem to centre around some people's perceptions that revenge harms all parties and achieves nothing positive. Please accept this as my counter-argument. Warning, there is no reconciliation in this story. If you like that sort o...
Chapter 6 – Home... And Beyond The sky brightened slightly, waking me and signaling the impending arrival of my last sunrise in Cuba. I got up and closed the curtains. Felicita was still sleeping peacefully. I returned to her and she squeezed me tightly. I watched her for a while, then fell asleep wrapped around her. When I woke the second time, it was jus...
I could not believe it! I had just signed up for the ‘Surprise Me’ option on the sawhorse at Man’s World. This was supposed to be just an interview and fact finding mission. Howard Billings, my editor at the Hemmingsburg Report, had sent me to get the real story. It was my first assignment in my first job. I was so eager. Simply stated - I am going to get th...
There isn't a better season in the Midwest than spring. Summer, fall, and winter can all be enjoyable for swimming, hiking or skiing, but I've always found something particularly invigorating about springtime: the fertile smell in the air as the ground thaws out and the spring flowers and grasses begin to grow; the balmy breezes from the southwest that let y...