"Wow, its starting to pour." Amy said looking out of the kitchen window. 'How appropriate' I thought to myself. It had been one of those dreary suffocating fall days that drowns your psyche. I was already a bit out of sorts. I had met Kate at the "Werks" earlier for our "Saturday" conversation, but she hadn't been her normal self. She was polite as we chatt...
When I heard that we were being treated to a rare visit from my mother's sister, I wasn't exactly overjoyed. In fact I positively dreaded the prospect, even though Aunt Doreen was just passing through, on her way to stay with a friend in Canada, and we would only have to put up with her for some twelve hours or so. She was catching an early-morning flight, a...
PLATO'S CAVE Small towns and small parishes are full of odd connections, and concepts acquire new descriptions in old places. For example, spiritual direction can take on a whole new meaning. . . The pungent, ammonia-laced aroma of disinfectant invaded my sinuses. It didn't matter that it was private hospital that catered to those accustomed to the best,...
Part: The First We met at one of her customary haunts, a busy little Brazilian place called Bossa Nova. From our table, conveniently located near the front entrance, the crowded market was in full view. Its customers busily scurried about in what seemed an existence parallel to, but absent chance of intersection with, our nearly motionless selves. Upon a...
Chapter 15: A New Land )===(>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The regiment rode down the center of the road, through the middle of the North Gate Outpost, past the small cluster of Ramaldi huts and the few survivors of the Khan's savage justice. A small group of women and children watched as they rode past. Aylanna stared back, taking in the thin bony faces, ragged clothing...
Here is the continuation of my story OPEN TO CHANGE. I appreciate the comments and support to continue this story loosely based on real life events. For all of you who want to leave comments but hide behind "Anonymous", I will most likely delete the offensive ones. To be clear this is about a couple exploring their feelings and understanding what they want f...
Jane emerged from the clear blue water feeling refreshed. After many long months on ship for work, it was nice to be able to swim in and enjoy rather than watch longingly as the ship steamed on. Even that was only on a good day. There were several points during the underway where she didn't even get to see the sun or feel the wind on her face for days at a t...
Author's note: I apologize for the typo in the title of my first submission – Personal Assistance. Not a good way to start! I hope you will forgive me and enjoy the submissions, anyway, for what they're worth. Thanks – Jazz Gwen had no idea her husband was stepping out on her. That's why she felt so guilty as she let herself into the hotel room. Still, s...
Note: This is one of those stories where only the names of the innocent have been changed to protect the depravity of our actions. Oh what a night… Please feel free to comment or send e-malt, and I hope it pleases you as much as it did us. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!” Jim hollered this loud and proud as the two of us drove our way to Las Vegas,...
Old River Walk. * Friday. Here again at this time of night with these same noisy, drunken fools. Why at 11pm every Friday night do I find myself sitting at this same stupid, crowded horrid little table with a the same damp beer mat covered bar jutting in to the back of my head? Three pints down and straining over the alcoholic hubbub to hear Steve telling...