Hugo Dacca stood by his desk, looking out past his window at his city, Tharros, his gaze moving from the rich façades of the homes of the wealthy up here on the hill, over the melting pot of building styles which characterized the merchant quarters, past the walled-in Kettle, and at the turquoise colour of the water in the bay. The sea glimmered as the rays...
Caitlin sat in the airport in tears. Her purse was stolen. How could she have been so stupid! She lost all her money and all her credit cards, her cell phone, everything, GONE! "What am I going to do? " she thought All alone in a strange city, no money to pay for her hotel. She looks around and notices a woman looking at her, the woman turns to a man near...
Thump thump crash! Thump thump crash! "Is that an ordinary sound?" Ember asked, holding the mask he had picked from the locker room in his hands. Beside him, Snide was counting out a wild profusion of money into a collection of sacks. The two of them stood in a small stone corridor that led to a set of stairs that, if Ember was right, would head right to...
This is my personal homage to Georgette Heyer, the doyenne of romantic comedy writing. Of course, my take on the Regency period is very different from hers, but she has written very astutely and sympathetically about the equivocal position of secretaries, stewards, housekeepers and governesses in noble households, and I have unashamedly taken a leaf from her...
Copyright February/2011 A Short Story No sex scenes in the story. If that's what you want you should find another author. Constructive comments, critiques, and emails are very welcome and much appreciated. ********** She walked into our living room like she belonged there; like she hadn't been gone for two days. With a tentative smile she sat down on t...
Arriving at the Regency Building, just off I-69, on the northeast side of Indianapolis, I checked my watch before exiting the car. "7:20, same as yesterday." I thought to myself. "I can't believe how regimented my life has become." Grabbing my purse and tan leather attaché, I strode briskly towards the front of the four-story building. Constructed of poure...
INTRODUCTION FROM CHAPTER 02 "You mean you'd like to come with us? Oh... that's brilliant, Patsy! There's just the three of us tonight and we'd love to have you along! Please say you'll come... we're meeting up at the Regency bar at seven and...." I picked up the note my husband had left. Underneath the bit about having a meal out tonight), I scribbled:...
Waking later that morning, I grabbed a quick shower before heading home. The sky was overcast but didn't appear to be threatening rain. The ride home was refreshing, cruising along with the flow of traffic. I wasn't in any hurry, knowing full Gary probably wouldn't be home. I hated being home alone. The house we shared was much too big for just two people bu...
It was the late afternoon Sunday when Cody finally wheeled the motorhome into his driveway. The four of us sat in silence for a few moments, quietly celebrating the completion of our trip to Sturgis. We'd already dropped off Liz along with her new trike off at her home in Crawfordsville. "Let's get everything unloaded." Kelly suggested. "Before we come up w...
XVFaith and CharityEric Esterhazy MP2044 After the applause had died down, Reverend Dawkins once again addressed the televised audience seated ahead of her in the town hall. She had a hard fight ahead of her. Only the barest minority were sympathetic to her. Most of the applause was reserved for Eric Esterhazy, the Minister for Housing and MP for Redhill &...