This is the first story of a series, but not the first in chronological order. It's the first I write, and it remains somewhat unique in the panorama of our experiences. It's the adaptation of one of the entries of my private diary, which I decided to turn into a story as part of a larger project that would see the diary gradually translated into a narrative...
If I live, I will fight, wherever I must, as long as I must, until the enemy is defeated and the national stain washed clean. - General Charles de Gaulle * * * As Nicole stood looking out the full-length window of her Paris loft, she reflected on the changes the city had gone through over the past few years. It was the Spring of 1943, and life for Nicole...
Encounter in Paris A few months after my trip to Istanbul on the Orient Express I received an unusual letter. It had been mailed to my publisher, who had forwarded it on to me. When I opened it, I found that it had been written by one Mademoiselle Madeline Du Bois. Now, I had never met Ms. Du Bois, and yet she wrote as though we were old friends. In fact, a...
After 4 years in Paris it's was time for Emma to go home to Sydney, she had come to Paris for only 1 year but stay longer than expected. She had attended school in Paris on an exchange program however while she was away her parents had broken up as expected. She was not devastated by the news as it was only a matter of time and while both were beginning new...
I reach into my trench coat pocket and pull out a cigar, light it and puff away. I then put the lighter back into my pocket and take the cigar into my hand exhale the smoke. It is a gloomy day, pouring with rain. I stand outside under an awning watching the rain pour down. I listen and observe as the cars continue to pass and rain continues to fall upon vari...
Chapter 48: The Intruder I was now forty years old and single. My wife and I had divorced six years before but we had remained friends even after she remarried. I had dated and gotten laid often enough but the women soon saw me as a potential high income husband and began to demand my undivided attention. I had no intention of getting married again. Month...
*Purity is a paradox; we are awed by it yet we are repulsed by it as well* (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) (Posting this chapter and chapter 24 at this time. Thanks for your patience) * Vivian was terribly subdued as she walked me back...
This is a little something I did for promotional purposes. I've never heard back from the people I sent it to. So I'm assuming they're not interested. So I'm putting it up here. Enjoy. As always, this piece is done in memory of Colleen Thomas, a good friend who I miss to this day. Don't forget to vote and comment. I love hearing from my readers. The idea...
Rory was surprised how good she looked with so little preparation. A lacquered chopstick, a pin, and some drugstore makeup, and she looked at herself in the mirror. Perfect. Almost. Her gun was a tight fit, but she managed to strap it into her bra, out of Darryl's sight. The dress came with a pair of strappy sandals, but all the straps were just simply conne...
Aurora stood, bored, on the train station platform in Paris. Mikkos and his brother Stavros Stefanovich were her traveling companions/guards. Although there was no fear of an assassination attempt, kidnapping was always a fear. Her brothers, who both held executive positions within their father's company, never traveled without their assorted minions. Athena...