The End Of Possibilities, Or Was It? Preface She arrived to pick up the kids as he anxiously waited in the bedroom. As she walked in, he was cleaning up the room, putting away the children's clothes and toys. She crossed the living room, as she seemed uneasy to be here, the house he now took up residence without her. She looked at the walls, all covered wi...
Dear L. I miss the way we were. I wish with all my heart that there was some way that we could go back to the days where your eyes beheld me as the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, when your heart felt lighter in my presents, when the thought of me kept you warm on a cold night. I know that I am the one to blame for letting that light in your eyes d...
Ringing. There was incessant ringing, but Jim was too weary, physically and mentally, to answer the door. "Come in," he yelled. More intensely the second time: "Come in!" Jim could not have been more surprised to see Angela, nor less surprised. Nothing made sense anymore. Not since she walked out. He never saw it coming until, well, until she announced one...
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Ruby stuffed her arthritic hands deep into the folds of her warm Barbour jacket. Wind shivered through the bare tree limbs. With it came rain: icy horizontal rain that crept inside the snug shelter of her hood and pricked at her face. She gritted her dentures together and trudged on through the woods. Wet leaves, fallen on the ground, clung to her Wellington...
The beginning of this story finds you on a rare day off along with your best friend, Matt. You've known Matt since you were in middle school, and you wound up going to the same high school since there was only one in your small town. You both moved out of state to the same college, and even ended up working in the same office after graduating, though, managi...
In the last few years, it has come to my attention that some people are really bad at apologizing. I'm not entirely sure why this is, but has become increasingly obvious to me. Apologies can easily seem half-assed and meaningless, but a real apology is priceless. It's not about groveling for forgiveness; it's about showing remorse and trying to make the situ...
She loved him. No matter what they said or thought she loved him. But, no sex for.....whatever, it seemed like forever. And now this. A reconciliation, a re-connect 3-day booze cruise to try to make it work and the s.o.b. was sea sick on the first hour out from shore! She went up deck to the 24 hr. buffet to get a snack before she sat out the cruise with hi...
I am a terrible friend. I covet my best friend's husband. The rumors say that men talk about sex all the time with each other. I nailed this girl last night. She was such a hot piece of ass. Men have nothing on women. We get specific, and not just on the macro, but the micro level. I close my eyes and picture you naked. Because of Karen's detailed descrip...
"Where the hell were you all night?" was the first question my wife, Ruth, angrily asked when I walked in through the kitchen door at 4:12 in the morning. She said it with hands on her hips and with a frantic agitation in her voice. Not to mention, her eyes were burning holes through me. "Out." I noticed the red brew light of the coffee maker was on. "Any c...