************************* Copyright Oggbashan April 2005 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************* It started w...
Chapter 5 349 'Are you sure you don't want me to come Carol? You know I would much rather be there with you, and without the car how will you get there?' her mother said in a voice that couldn't hide her genuine concern. 'No thank you Mum, I think I'd prefer to be alone, at least at this stage. It's early days yet and it's quite likely the whole thing wil...
You have to be away for some years from your hometown before experiencing a real homecoming, and Charlie Nicholson did just that. He'd left town after stumbling his way through high school – remembered as the gangly kid with glasses, a sunken chest and big feet. – and now eighteen years later he returned to Scudway Crossing, a community of some 50,000 peop...
Many years ago my Mum worked as a bridal consultant for a well-known wedding dress shop. One day to get off College so I could bunk rugby I complained of having a stomachache. The situation was ridiculous. I'm a young man of 19 who had volunteered to continue with my education and study accounts so why the authorities insisted I had to do Rugby as part of th...
As I entered my house to find Carla, in the lounge talking on the phone, she gave me a quick smile and nod as she talked. I listened to one side of her conversation. "He's just arrived now." "No, I got Phil to take the children back to our place, they have no idea what's going on, we just told them that Caitlin wasn't well. Roger will have to go and see th...
Chapter 4 - Zoe borrows Gary's milk Gary stirred. It was already light, indeed it was more than early morning: it was quite late. He had rather overslept. But a retired man does not need to rise early. A man approaching sixty needs to recharge his batteries - both of them! As men find so often, he awoke with an erection - a really strong one. This morning...
The idea of leaving the two girls in the camp on their own whilst he traveled back to town to sell his fish and pick up his supplies worried Len. The co -op had told him that the town's teachers had been asking when he would be back. They had told the radio operator to ask him to add at least an additional day in town to his normal schedule. "You will have t...
Introduction I remember reading somewhere that girls liked to wear miniskirts for the sense of freedom they give. What a crock of shit that is! Ever since I knew I was a 'babe' - and I'm not fond of that handle - at a very early age, I began to enjoy showing what I had to offer. But I've had to wait until I'd finished school, rolling up the waistband of my...
This is the first of a series of stories inspired by songs. In this case, "In a Little While" from the 2000 U2 album, "All That You Can't Leave Behind." ----- Fred paused over his arithmetic to gaze out his bedroom window. It was lightly fogged, and heavy drops of rain spattered it relentlessly. His mind was a thousand miles away - well, really, about five...
"Erm, I think I need a Super Hero." "Sorry, all out of spandex; and wearing y-fronts on the outside of jeans is so last-year!" At least it was a better start than the last time Jennifer had stormed in demanding attention three weeks ago. The new high-flying project manager had quickly acquired a reputation for throwing her toys out of the pram, so the acce...