I lay in the bathtub, watching steam rise from the warm water. I should have felt relaxed, but I did not. I waited apprehensively. Nothing could calm my nerves. Not the dozen candles that lit the bathroom. Not even the New Age CD that filled the room with the comforting sound of the ocean washing against the shore. The door opened and Mrs. Hanson, my 4th gr...
--Light Heart Hours later, Light Heart found herself doing her nightly ritual of brushing Mrs. Carlton's wheat colored hair sprinkled with strands of gray. "Do you find my husband attractive?" Light Heart paused from brushing her hair confused. "...Ma'am?" "Do. you. find. my. husband. attractive?" she snapped, whirling around to face her. Light Hea...
JACKIE, OH! "My name's Emmanuel. I'm the crew chief." The bald tough guy said with a Greek accent, chomping an unlit, spittle-stained cheroot, and extending his hand to shake. It felt greasy and sweaty. "I'm Justin," I said meekly. "Justin Landos." I was sixteen, unwillingly working my first paying job in the summer of 1963 for a friend of my uncle. "The...
The gray walls of the Middlesex Hospital waiting room looked especially dingy in the waning light of late afternoon. Nine year old Silver Cordin and her father had waited patiently for over an hour and were getting anxious. Lines of worry were etched on Steve Cordin's face, as he knew the doctor's news could not possibly be good. Silver tried to read her fav...
"You're being sent to Mrs. Riker," she spoke softly. "You have exceeded your limit of infractions on your 'Q sheet' and the staff here at Britain Acres has deemed it necessary." Olga Swensen was a quiet mannered office attendant who gave employees their assignments. "You are to bring this form and give it to Mrs. Riker tomorrow morning promptly at 9:00 AM."...
For decades, it sat in a jewelry box, unworn and untarnished, symbol of a romance long gone. The year was 1969, the month of April to be exact, when Diana Altmann gave Danny Kelby her high school ring. Both were in college and neither had much dating experience, much less had ever gone steady. Two months prior, they had met at a college mixer. The chemistr...
Disclaimer: I do not own the series that this fanfic is adapted from, nor do I make any money off the writing of it. * Springfield... ...It was an every day kind of day... ...Marge Simpson was busy as always with housework, her propped up blue hair tied under a bandanna, the bandanna itself looked like it was tied around a pole. Maggie was asleep upstai...
Albert stood outside her door raising his hand to knock on the door. He had met this woman a year ago when he moved into the house next door. He remembered it as if it was yesterday. Twenty three year old Albert was walking outside early one Saturday morning to get the newspaper. He had just moved to this neighborhood after he got a job in the medical pract...
The Private Transvestite Detective (Or The Undercover Dick) With apologies to the writers of the various movies from which I borrowed some inspiration (and a few good lines). Chapter One It was late Friday afternoon and I sat behind my desk smoking a cigarette, leaning back in my chair with my high-heels resting on yesterday's newspaper. I contemplated m...
When my parents told me we were going on a trip to Europe that same Fall, I begged to be left behind with Mrs. Asadi again. I had spoken so highly of her during the intervening months that they had no guilt about leaving me there while they toured France. She welcomed me warmly at her door, taking my face into her warm hands as my parents looked on. "This i...