The dream begins with perfect clarity, of thought and atmosphere, touch and taste and colour so sharp it burns into my consciousness... We are, I think, in Goa, or another holiday place - just the two of us. We have a hotel room, and we've checked into it, but we haven't been here longer than is necessary to put down our things and go out. It's evening and...
I breathe in the fresh clean air flowing gently through the open kitchen window. The sun shines brightly through the pretty blue and white checked curtains leaving a dappled pattern on the scarred but lovingly polished heart of pine floor. Tucking a few paper napkins and a well worn paperback copy of McCammon's "Swan Song" into the big picnic basket, I smile...
Kara was in DC for a LCSW convention. She was there alone, though she knew some people that would be there and she was looking forward to reconnecting with friends from college. The hotel was nice, it was in the Gaylord Resort at the National Harbor. Her room faced out to the water and had floor length windows. When she checked in, the first thing she did wa...
It had begun in the morning when he'd handed her a dress she'd never seen before and asked her to wear it. This struck her as odd because he was usually more interested in what she didn't wear than in what she did. But she was glad to do it if it would please him. And it was a nice dress, long and flowing with a print of twining bright green vines and brilli...
Liz sighed heavily as she pushed aside the book she'd been studying for the past two hours. Rubbing her tired eyes, she glanced over at the clock. It was well past midnight, and she had a class at nine. With another sigh, she stretched and headed for the shower. In High school she had been an honor student, but university was proving to be more of a challe...
I'd been working all day once again pushing numbers and making calls just as I have for years on this contraption of wires and chips that has become so integrated in my life, that at times it seems the place where my fingertips end and the keyboard begins no longer exist. I was going crazy, formatting this, compiling that, where in the hell was my life going...
"Listen up, you pale bozo, I can see right through your bullshit, you're threatened by smart people who don't look like you, well, buddy, you can kiss my fat ass," Fariha Jasmine Dinga said haughtily as she glared at her former boss, criminal division junior partner Luke Stanwood. The short, skinny white guy in the dark business suit swallowed hard, and seem...
My name is Scott and I work at a well-known local radio station. My radio shift is usually overnights, during a period of time I’ve deemed ‘The Dead Zone’. It runs from 12 midnight to 5:30 AM. I play classic rock, alternative, punk, and just about anything that catches my ear. It’s quite a mix and, because of that, it makes my job extremely enjoyable. I fi...
"Trust me." Why is it that when I hear those words from your mouth, I can't wait to see what's next? Over the past few years our "relationship" has grown from tentative to hot to downright inspiring. Tantalizing. Stimulating even, in more ways than one. We've found that we both enjoy coming up with new ideas that the other might not dream up. Whether it be...
I think I may have just signed my name 500 times today. My hand is sore. The Alabama heat is atrocious. I thought I knew heat, from living in Manitoba. But this was nothing compared to our hottest days. The book store I was in was a quaint little establishment. The people who came in to get me to sign the book they bought, which I wrote, were absolutely ama...