[Author's note: This is a companion piece to "The Red Envelope". For full enjoyment, I suggest reading both stories.] * Seated at my desk I leaned back in my chair and had a small laugh with myself as I ran the black ribbon methodically through my fingers. Weaving it over under over under and then pulling and sliding it through. Yes, I had already played...
It must be said that I was a little nervous as I walked down the cold street; the damp street that ran along the dank and dark city. The yellow tinted lights that hung shivering in the night air cast ominous shadows on the dismal old walls of the buildings. The church bells chimed; chimed eleven times echoing through the empty alleyways and crevices of the b...
Allison left the house and checked her face mask. There was little chance of it slipping, but she was nervous. She got in the car, checking her face mask as she started it up. Pulling out onto the street, she made it all the way to the freeway before checking her mask again. The Las Vegas Strip was shut down. Nothing was open. The billions of lights were da...
The taxi pulled up, the door opened and the woman climbed out, soft black pants clinging nicely over her legs, topped with a soft grey shirt, a delicate hand ran through thick blonde curls as she opened her small chic black bag and pulled out her small black leather wallet, opening it she fished out the cab fare, and paid the driver. His soft blue eyes trai...
The sun is about to set over the horizon, a big red moving truck drives down a regular street in the outskirts of a regular middle west town. The driver, wearing a red cap, looks blankly at the address on the blood-stained paper. Six hundred sixty-six Elm Street, that is the address; that is where he is supposed to deliver his cargo. The house is old and cre...
A true story When I was in my teens, I lived on a quiet, tree lined, street in Chicago. Nothing much ever happened. That is, as long as I stayed inside. I was, what was known, at the time, as a freak, (long hair well passed shoulder length). On one warm summer day, I was talking with some neighborhood friends. Rich Rogers, Toni Panoseo and one Rob Nemseck...
It was Saturday and we had finished breakfast. Kara said she wanted to mow the lawn. I told her I usually hired someone to do that but she insisted. I knew she had some ulterior motive so I didn't argue. I wanted to see what she was up to. Kara went to dress while I finished my coffee and read the paper. A few minutes later Kara came through the kitchen on...
There was something great about a moving into your own apartment that could not be replaced by anything else. The new space, fixing things up, and meeting others in the building and the area. Not that apartment buildings were necessarily the most conducive places to meet people but some were very close neighborhoods. Andrea had planned on spending the weeke...
My name is Lois Prince. My husband John and I have lived in this town all our lives. I can tell you about every store and every house, and who lives there. Even though this is the county seat, there aren't more than 2500 people living here. There is a historic old courthouse, built almost a hundred years ago, with the rest of the town laid out in a grid arou...
Friday, the thirteenth part 4 VICKY ARRIVES AT THE APARTMENT It had been quite some years since she had been riding on her holland bike with a skirt on. Her ex had always advised her to think about her standing as a teacher in that quarter of town. He had often preached high morals while he himself had not been able to keep his prick inside his pants, that...