This story could have been posted in a number of categories. I chose 'Romance'. A special thanks to 'Techsan' for his editing prowess. I didn't know what to think. I was having an on-line affair. I know it's stupid but it started out so innocently. My wife of twenty years and I were just growing further apart. We argued over every little thing from the toi...
1) I took the afternoon off work so I could catch a baseball game. The Jays were hosting the hated Yankees. I met my buddy Dave outside the stadium. The first pitch was thrown out by a local celebrity. He was a soccer player who played on the Canadian national team. He also played in the English Premiere League for Arsenal. He was probably the best Canadian...
Vasquez Rocks. Name doesn't ring a bell? Oh you've seen the place. If you ever saw Bonanza or Have Gun Will Travel or heck, I think it was in Blazing Saddles. A huge diagonal outcropping of rocks rising from the desert floor near Agua Dulce, California. It's just off the 14 freeway heading out of L.A. towards Vegas. I remember watching a western with my dad...
I get the call mid-week from Rachael -- both of us test negative for the panel of STD's her clinic runs. And she lets us know Nancy isn't pregnant so any concern of our having to deal with Mark's bastard child is gone. Rachael goes on to say that Mark was also negative, and that Marge is expecting us for his initiation. I tell her we were both looking forwar...
Sue opened her front door and was hit in the face by a blast of hot air and steam. After a long hot day at work and car trouble on the way home, this was something she did not need. "What the fuck?" And "Why me?" chased each other through her mind as she stepped inside. The house was like a steam bath. It got worse as she went down the entry hall. Stepping...
Sue Wharton was depressed. She would have said a curt and tearful: "Of course I'm depressed. I've lost them all." She would be speaking of course of Dan, her husband, gone these 5 years or so and now, now, everlastingly now Kenny, dead of a roadside bomb in Iraq! It was a phrase that she couldn't stand to have repeated but was aways in her heart, in her co...
A Redneck's Christmas. This work could have been put in the winter holiday section or the humorous category. I couldn't make up my mind which one so I flipped a coin and here it is. I am expecting a backlash from all the southern types about the way I stereotype the people in this story. Please remember this story is written by someone in Canada so the only...
The idea of meeting with several men for an evening of sex had been wandering the back roads of my mind for several years. Where, when, who with, and how to arrange it were all stumbling blocks. It was not like I was in need of a sex outlet; what with a husband, and a lot of quickies at parties. When I was between books, or otherwise bored, my mind would wan...
CHAPTER TWO A PATCHWORK SOLUTION January 2007. Libby had just departed in a trail of tears. Roslyn mused as she sat at the table and thought of Libby's situation. As she wondered how Libby would work through her problem she couldn't help but let her mind go back, reminding her of how hers had been resolved years ago. She remembered those first five year...
The Greek sun beat down on the Mediterranean shore as I cast my eyes along the beach. The temperature had passed 40 degrees Centigrade and the place was a furnace. There was no wind to speak of and many people who had ventured from the hotel shade were seeking refuge from the heat in the sea. It was a small resort with just a small number of hotels and resta...