Annie had a problem. "What's your sign?" Her mouth practically dropped at the question. It had to be the lamest line she had heard all night. Next to her at the bar, typing away on her phone, Breanne audibly scoffed, rolling her eyes and not even turning to look at the man who had dared to open with such a cliché. But it was almost midnight on Saturday...
Full and ripe and round. Bulbous orange gourds in tangles of thick green vine and rustling leaves. A bumper crop again this year. "Thank you, Melvin," Annie said, leaning on the split-rail fence that surrounded the pumpkin patch. The irate caw of a crow was her only answer. She saw the bird take off, flapping-black, into the dissipating morning fog from t...
*** Authors note: if you're interested in knowing more about Don and Jess then check out my series Love Burns. Credit to Philanthropist for the final scene. *** Hand in hand Don and Jessie stepped into the pub as a couple. He felt proud that she held tight to his hand. It felt like a promise. Upbeat Irish folk played over a sound system, so Don had to rai...
Jean ignored the presence of four other people in the room as she embraced Miguel in a tight hug. He hugged her back and pursed his lips returning her quick kiss. "Come to the rectory tomorrow. I'll be working." Miguel assured her he would. The two men shook hands and their wives hugged. Miguel said goodbye to Jean's parents. Her dad was still upset over...
. . . with apologies to those owned by cats or dogs who don't share my sense of humour . . . * Are you a "Cat" or "Dog" person? Human beings like to categorize or pigeon hole people, things, and ideas - perhaps it makes it easier for us to keep track. Given the adoption of pets as substitute children or spouses, the phrases "cat person" and "dog person" s...
Sorry this has taken a while. Bloody life lol. A quick warning, this chapter contains some gory scenes. Over the next couple of weeks we settled in to a routine. I spent the mornings with Mimir, learning more about my history and the clan. My afternoons were filled by Catriona and her craft. Cadha had told her I could use my telepathy to talk to Tony eve...
Part 13: PERSONAL VICTORIES Ramon had never been a cowardly man; yet it was a fine balance of priorities that told a man how to choose between fight or flight. He was right to conceal himself inside the secret passageway within the lacquered mahogany walls of his employer Marcos' office; the bolt-hole that the smuggler and power-broker had prepared in case...
The morning arrived, shafts of sunlight pressing in through gaps in the thick curtains. I awoke, half in and out of sleep. I had been dreaming of the 'Kitty Litter' and of a pressing need to return for another outdoor pee with other girls from the University. In my dream I had been denied my intent, always turned around before I could reach the spot by the t...
The short path that ran between two rows of backgardens was a regular part of young Alan's route home from work. On this particular long hot summer day, he was struck by a woman hanging out her washing. She was a shapely long-haired blonde, and was pinning a pair of black nylon panties to the line. Alan slowed, his heart pumping, and stared as much as he dar...
Lucy felt good being back at work part-time in her graphic design studio. Her second child, Rose, was 6 months old. Lucy had a wonderful live-in nanny Jill — a sensible farm girl. Jill had worked for Lucy and her husband since soon after the birth of their first child, Jack. Lucy was ready to go back to work. Lucy's partner in the business, Monique, handl...