With gratitude and apologies to Fredrick Brown, and those who preceded him. TW It was still Halloween. Barely. The Last Trick-or-Treater on Earth knocked on the door of the Evil Grown-up. Knock-knock! The Evil Grown-up sat in his living-room half-asleep, thinking deliciously evil thoughts. Visions of apples hiding razor-blades, gooey candy bars hiding se...
My phone rang. It was Mindy. "Hey!" "Hey." "What's up?" "Um. Listen. Hector. I'm really sorry, but it looks like I won't be able to go to the concert after all. I don't think my design project will be done." "Oh, no! Can't you work on it tonight?" "I'm going to. But there's still a lot to do. . . . I'm really sorry. I really wanted to go." "Jeeminy. L...
{Amegakure, Land of Rain} Byrau was betrayed by his Comrades and was nearly killed, but not before he managed to wrest the Sewing Needle, Kabutowari, Kiba, and Splatter Swords from them. As he raced for the Land of Rain he got over th3 border only to be fonfronted by his old Teammates, his Ex-Fiancée amongst them. ''You've followed me into foreign territory?...
A Neighbor in Need is a Fuck Indeed While living in a small retirement community I found that neighbors could be more than just good friends. We had moved to Florida and were renting a house in retirement subdivision. The closest town was 30 miles away. Our new next door neighbors were very friendly. George was 55 years old and his wife Annie was 20 years y...
Chapter 8 The Sewing Room According to Cotton Wendy stirred, her head came off of the arm rest and she gave me a quizzical look as if to say, 'where am I and who are you?' She had dozed off sometime during my description of my visit to the home of Mrs. P one rainy Saturday night. Her light snoring had not deterred me from my task. I droned on; determined...
{Weekly visits to Wendy’s apartment had become the customary way to spend his Friday nights. What began as meetings between lawyer and client had evolved into the recounting of sexual experiences and even the re-enactment of certain encounters. Seeing her in high heels, Cotton had casually suggested they partake in a wall job. On this evening, Wendy had donn...
Chad stood, biting his lower lip, outside of the door that had once been the guest room. However, its more common purpose had been his grandmother's sewing room. He felt guilty as hell about not clearing all that shit out of there before she went to bed last night. It was not just the mammoth table and fancy sewing machine against the window. The chest of dr...
Chapter 3: A Pioneering Experience Together Under the circumstances, keeping up with my mail and other correspondence was a serious challenge. Besides that, there were events in my own life that did not seem to fit in with the constant running of total mobility – being my daughter's father for one; continuing with my studies for another; just a couple of mi...
His entrance into this world was not without its troubles. First, there were problems with the delivery. He was a breach baby and the obstetrician had to perform a cesarean. His mother didn't like that one bit and complained bitterly about the scar that it would leave. Then just as the nurse was handing him over to his mother she slipped and fell on the flo...
As we sipped our coffee I told my wife that I had never touched her and she said it must have been one heck of a dream. Then I told her about what I had seen and felt last night and she just looked at me like I was from outer space. I tried to convince her that what I saw was real and that I really did see it but she kept insisting we both must have been tir...