I picked Debbie up just after 9 on the Saturday morning. It was already hot and I was curious what she would have chosen as 'appropriate' clothing. I was in shirt and trousers, jacket and tie in the back in case needed for the evening. I was not disappointed, she had gone for a shortish pencil skirt in grey with a matching jacket and a white, quite sheer bl...
All: This one has proven trickier to land than I expected. I initially tapped it out on a tablet. I can't recommend that. Way too many errors that had to be fixed. Weirdly this was triggered by an episode of Island Hunters - a real estate show. ***** I stared into the soulless black void for almost a full minute before add a dollop of rum to it. At lea...
Lost Days Make for Memories and Decisions I decided to take the afternoon off, go home, and then call Kevin. I grabbed a cold soda from the fridge a box of wheat thins and went out on the back deck with my phone. I'd decided to hold off on beer knowing I had a child inside me. It's the end of February by now and today was one of those teasers for spring s...
Copyright oggbashan April 2020 Apart from the Author's name this is supposed to be non-fiction. All names have been omitted to protect the guilty. A couple of people have asked me to make a permanent record of the real-life anecdotes I had posted in the Authors' Hangout and General Board so this is the fourth part, previously unposted. 1st Class by liner...
I'm a voyeur. That said, my voyeurism is restricted to watching my wife and I have no interest in any sort of prurient spying on others. Fortunately Julie stated her willingness to indulge my interest when, feeling greatly embarrassed, I hesitantly revealed my secret yearning to her. The first time I watched my wife being fucked by another guy I experienced...
My name is Gunn... James Gunn. I am a spy. To be more accurate, my life's work is in intelligence, if you actually want to call what I do intelligent. I guess you could say I'm a spy, but it's not what you might think. My profession is actually pretty pedestrian. It's just a job, not unlike any other line of work. Sure there are more cloak and dagger jobs...
Author's note: this is her valediction. My thanks to her for her editing skills, and everything else. This story has been published in 'Kerouac's Dog' magazine. ***** He stroked her slippy thigh as they sat at the pavement cafe sipping cheap local beer. The day was humid and grey, as the previous days had been: hot and sultry but unsunny on this busy trop...
Kathleen didn't mean to lose the tour group. They just walked too quickly for her, never stopping long enough to appreciate the sublime decrepitude of Havana's architecture. Besides, she thought, that morose young man in the cheap khaki suite I keep seeing is probably with the secret police. I can't get in too much trouble. The warm and humid Cuban dusk tur...
"I was sorry to hear 'bout Maude," Poppa John said. "Thanks Poppa, Aunt Maude thought a lot of you." I said. He shook his head, mumbled something in his native tongue. Exactly what tongue it was nobody really knew. Some said he was Greek, some Portuguese but nobody ever asked. "So you gonna run the Breeze?" he asked in his heavy accent. "It looks like it...
Chapter Two: Conquest The new life was Elizabeth, but I didn't know it yet. "He hated me." It was lamentable, her meeting with Robb. That was good for me. This was the next time I saw her, in a coffee shop just around the corner from her place, with a kosher bakery and sidewalk tables. Picture her face, wind-chapped cheekbones, a wool peasant sweater, th...