Mandy watched the luggage handlers scurrying around on the tarmac, like ants pursuing unknown goals in a frantic hurry. She leaned forward, closer to the window, her weight supported across her thighs against the rail as she took a picture to capture the memory. Jack looked up from where he was working on his laptop in the departure lounge. There in front o...
Clarissa closed the door to the office and walked down the five steps to the street. The news had been as she'd expected, but nonetheless it was hard to take in. She'd been found to be in the early stages of tuberculosis. She coughed again, as she looked for a Hansom cab to take her back to her one room rooming house. For a moment she thought of throwing h...
***This one's not long, but it sets the stage for Chapter 4. ------------ In her kitchen, Kate was doing her best to get the stubborn grease off her hands with a rag. "This stuff is almost as bad as molybdenum grease," she said, "We'll never get it off before next week. Whenever you think that you've gotten it all, there's always more." She was reaching...
"You're traveling through another dimension. A dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of the imagination. Next stop, The Twilight Zone." "Big deal." Leonard yawned and hit the remote control button. "Some guy sees a monster on the wing of the plane." The television did not respond to h...
ONE Nineteen, a virgin and only being kissed by relatives, it's probable Mira Bergen registers a minus on the mythical scale local males use when discussing the sexuality of the town's woman folk. Clearly, Mira will have been off the scale with the former undertaker's widow Mrs Jarvis (98), the hell and brimstone clergywoman Martha Williams (66) and the re...
(Musical credit to: Ace of Base, "Don't Turn Around," written by Albert Hammond and Diane Warren.) Henry got out of Al's truck, taking care not to damage his 'Tin-Man' costume. He put his tin funnel back on his head and turned to see Charlie standing by his side dressed as the Scarecrow. After a moment, Al sullenly came stumping around the front of the t...
She rides, she shudders. She sucks air into her throat, says Ooh as it cools her. She squeezes your knees with fingers so tense the knuckles have turned white. She swishes her head down and you wrap your fingers around black and yellow hair. Regrowth is coming through, fresh, happy hair pushing the sad hair away. She's facing away, twisting and shimmying on...
Author's Note: These stories are based on my life experiences. If you haven't read the first two parts of this tale, I'd suggest that you do so... If any of the readers out there ever visited beautiful Wreck Beach, in Vancouver BC you will understand what I mean when I write it is (or was) 'full service' beach... For those of you who haven't, it's changed qu...
ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS. Robin Rizzo stood beneath the porte-cochere at the entrance of the Long Island Convention Centre. She pulled her handbag close to her side, gripped her briefcase firmly, studied the sky, then lifted her wrist and checked the time. Five o'clock. The forecast called for no rain and she left her raincoat and umbrella at home in Val...
1 – Tuesday It wasn't hard to imagine that in some dusty crypt lay a book that outlined the rules for what a proper maid should have been. It would likely outline expected behaviors-- how to tip a kettle or prepare a sandwich, for example-- and above all, how to be on time. The writer of that tome would have wept if they'd seen Kim right now; leaving the a...