Dot Blanchard was putting the finishing touches to the apartment over the garage. Her husband, Bill, had gone to the state prison to pick up an inmate that was being paroled. Dot didn't like the idea that he would be living and working here on the farm. Bill would not have agreed to keep him, but he was the son of and old friend that had worked for Bill's fa...
Marie, "Mi" among her friends, and I are still regarded as a nice couple. Just after we had met, the local newspaper used to mention us as "Our own Ken and Barbie" which I never liked. The simple reason was that both of us were well-known and popular sport stars in our small town. I was the star in our successful soccer team and Mi, who was National Champion...
I am sorry about the delay in posting this chapter the holiday season turned out to be more time consumming then expectant. I would like to thank Phil R. and willieone for all of there help with editing and proof reading the story. With out their help the story would be no where as near polished. I would also like to thank everyone who takes a moment to re...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
The flash of light and then the booming thunder ushered in the rainstorm to Los Angeles' beach cities as the sky turned dark. Jerry's leg hurt from the change in the weather and his hand went to the scar across his hairline, both gifts from the Sandbox. It felt like a spike had been driven into his ankle and he rubbed it, wishing it would go away. It had bee...
I want to send out my thanks to all of those who have read my stories. I especially appreciate the kind and encouraging comments, and yes, even the votes. This chapter is a continuation of a growing relationship, so for a better understanding of some of the background I suggest starting from the first chapter and working through, as always this is the reader...
Chapter Six Chuck took the boys back to their grandparents late Sunday afternoon. The boys were subdued about the end of their weekend and knew that it would do no good to ask him to come home. They didn't perk up until they were out of the car at their grandparent's house. While they played William came out to talk to Chuck. He was distressed and wanted...
Arriving home from work, I listened to the answering machine as I took of my dirty work boots and clothes. “You have 14 new messages…” says the machine as it continues to play through the recorded list of callers I missed. A barrage of telemarketing calls, one call from the brunette I met last weekend at Charlie’s Bar, another from an ex-girlfriend that just...
"Ding-dong." Joel went to answer the door without looking through the peephole first. There was no need to. He opened the door. It was Faye, his ex-wife that he hadn't seen in three years. He just stood there with an indifferent expression on his face. "Well, can I come in?" "Sure, I've been expecting you." "Your sister told you?" "No, she WARNED me."...
Chapter 12 After their mid-day meal the men lined up on the parade ground, standing alongside their horse, Havildar Turin standing a little in front. David mounted the stallion and walked to Turin "Carry on Havildar Turin" he ordered. Turin shouted over his shoulder "detail prepare to mount, mount". The twenty-six men moved as one. "Left by twos, forwa...