...I awoke to the scent of something familiar... Mmmm..bacon! My stomach began to rumble. I opened my eyes to see him, standing in a white, thick terry robe. I could see the steam pouring out of the bathroom and smell the cleanliness of his just showered body. He smiled at me, "Good Morning beautiful." He said and handed me a cup of coffee. "Java?" I sat up...
Ok, I'll lay it out there. I just turned 60 and I damn sure don't feel it. Most days I barely feel like 50, on a good day I feel more like 40, and now and then I still feel like I did back in my 30's. Socially I still feel more relevant to the 30-somethings and 40-somethings than my own age group, and I'm often told I don't look anything like my age. And I s...
For those who do not know a zimmer is a walking frame to aid the lame. For a while after Molly, I borrowed a brigade of Beefeaters off the Queen to stand guard over my bones and to tell me when Molly's car came through the gate. So, successfully I was able to take on the mantle of the Artful Dodger. On my almost daily sojourns to Alice, I gave her three be...
The palace was on the rack again. It wasn't just the screaming and the wailing; though Lord knows that was enough to strip the gilt from the picture frames. Nor was it the hurling of any and every object within reach. It was the public discharge of the penalty for failure that really jangled the nerves. Especially among the princes on the receiving end. The...
I dedicate this story to Amanda, a fan of Jack Nicholson and a fan of Bostonfictionwriter. She asked me to write a story about Jack Nicholson with her in the starring role. I agreed to write the story because I've always been a fan of Jack Nicholson's, too. Normally, as you can discern from my name, Bostonfictionwriter, I only write fiction, generally ficti...
This story is collaborative, hence the jump in perspective. I can't be doing with going through all of it to change it, so... it stays! Part 1 - his You hear my voice, close to your ear, my hot breath on your neck; "you can trust me, you understand this, yes?" "Yes, I trust you fully," you reply quietly, a slight stammer in your words. Yes I trust him, y...
Liar's Poker is a bluffing game. If you know how to play, I don't have to tell you how. If you don't, I'm sure you probably know somebody who does know, and they can teach you. Briefly, it involves the serial numbers on U.S. paper bills. They become poker hands and the players try to bluff each other. Usually the winner takes all the bills as a prize. In thi...
It is 10am and you have just come back to your office after a very stressful morning meeting. Your desk is covered in work and you have five messages on the phone already that you need to deal with. Stressed out you make a start, sorting the paperwork into piles, working out which one to tackle first. The phone goes and you ignore it, you really need to conc...
When Jess walked out to the public pool that day, he saw that the neighbor girl was already there. She was wearing the same bikini she always wore, lying there on her stomach, poolside. She pretended not to notice him when he opened the squeaky iron gate of the enclosure. "What a little bitch!" he thought to himself. He found a lounge chair a few feet aw...
"You fucking whore!" That was all I heard before I started hearing the beginning of the destruction. I slowly opened my eyes and lifted my head from my pillow. I had been having such a nice dream, but not anymore. Reality just became very bleak. "You fucking whore! Why do you do this shit to me? I thought you were never speaking to him again? Then I wake...