The characters in this story are real. The events are fictional. I wrote it so my faithful reader and critic, S.E., would know something of my background. * When I was in High School, I was labeled as being a Geek. In 1954 that word had a completely different meaning than it does today. There was no such thing as personal computers. The Internet and e-mail...
Author's note: Again, a huge "Thank You" to bikoukumori, my editor, for cleaning up the mess I made. This is part 2 of an ongoing series. If you stumbled upon this by accident, I encourage you to read "Ghost in the machine #1: Cat killed Curiosity" before diving in here. And before I forget: There are only adults in this story and no artificial intelligenc...
It had been a couple of years since I'd last seen Erika and to be honest I didn't expect to ever hear from her again. Time had passed, fleetingly as is the nature of time when you reach the forty something stage of life and I'd just sort of let Erika drift away from me as the days slipped by. I'd worked at the same establishment as the busty blonde and I'd...
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! "DAMN! It's 1 o'clock already?" My alarm goes off, and I say to myself, "boy do I love my job!" Well I didn't use to, matter of fact I actually hated it. But all that changed last Monday…the day I met Q, that's the day she started working the night shift with me…the day I will never forget. I drag myself outta bed li...
The day after Molly and Martha had turned the tables on Charlie, seemed to have a lot of tension in the air. Neither Charlie nor Molly mentioned it all day on Sunday. Monday morning they were up, dressed, had a bite of breakfast, and both left for work. Molly worried all day, if turning the tables on Charlie had been a mistake. But he had said that he want...
The dreams are different every night. A lush green forest last night. A cool oasis in the middle of a searing hot desert the night before. Last week I was on a boat. Every location is different. Each one is of a place I have never been to but seem to recognize in the dreams. There is only one constant. One thing is exactly the same night after night. I kno...
The sign on the dock simply said, "Ferry to Lady Luck." Tied to the dock was a sixty-five foot power launch. As the woman walked from the parking lot to the dock the older man in the ticket booth watched closely. She was wearing tan slacks and a tan silk blouse. The toe of her tan shoes showed as did the bottom of her spiked heels. Her hair was honey blonde...
Several authors are coming out with stories based on the various versions of "Maggie May" or "Maggie Mae." The story titles will be: "Maggie May - author's pseudonym" e.g. "Maggie May -- Jake Rivers" The storyline might use any version or combinations of versions. Some of the possibilities are songs by: Rod Stewart, John Lennon, Yoko Ono, Suzanne Vega and a...
Now that I've had time to think, I put my finger on precisely why I like K so much. It's because she maintains her connection to me even while being mercurial and matter-of-fact. I've had capricious Tops before, and it can be disastrous. They decide they want to do one thing, something else crosses their minds and the change in direction is too abrupt and ev...
It was Tuesday morning when I got the first message. I had just come in to work and started sorting through my e-mail when I saw it. It was an anonymous message with the simple "Hello" as the subject. Like everyone else I get a lot of junk e-mail and figured this message was no different. However, somehow I was drawn to this particular message so instead of...