It hadn't been the worse day I'd ever had at the hospital but it was close. And now, like a last minute reprieve from the governor, the fresh clean air of the forest was overwhelming my senses. Maybe I should explain. I'm a pediatric nurse, big hospital, well, okay, a medium sized hospital in the Pacific Northwest. Single, in my late thirties and when every...
PLATO'S CAVE Small towns and small parishes are full of odd connections, and concepts acquire new descriptions in old places. For example, spiritual direction can take on a whole new meaning. . . The pungent, ammonia-laced aroma of disinfectant invaded my sinuses. It didn't matter that it was private hospital that catered to those accustomed to the best,...
I did my Saturday breakfast dishes looking out at Charlene's house. It was a stately one story, two bedroom home built in the Twenties: sturdy, enduring and charming in ways that no house since can manage. My painted lady is its twin; we were lucky to get houses this beautiful next to each other. Now she was gone. Charlene and I both taught creative writing...
Author's Note: This is a sequel series to Amy, Captured. To get the full experience, please read through that one first. Hello, I'm back! Sorry for the delay, but this chapter went through a bit of a rewrite before it went to press, so to speak. Shouldn't happen again, hopefully. Apologies! As usual, big thanks to my three muses: Isabel for her initial edi...
Chapter 3. I would read the first two to understand where we are at. Thanks for reading. * Ring, ring. What the fuck is that noise I asked myself as I woke? She rolled over and looked at the clock. 9:33. She answered. She talked quietly for a minute and then hung up. "Who was that," I asked? "It was your mom and she is on her way to get you," she replie...
It's Friday morning, her eighth. Casual Friday, which she hates. She hates wearing jeans, prefers slacks, something looser, more feminine. She usually wears dresses. She had to buy the danged jeans just to fit in at work, and being so tall the only pair she could find were men's. Too narrow at the hip, too low a rise, they press against her sex when she si...
We've been in Hawaii for two days. Just enough time to remember each other’s bodies and how well they work together. It's lotsa sun during the days and Mai Tais at night, and every kind and color of volcano-named drink we can try - including a real killer served in a big volcanic rock that takes two straws from a Polynesian restaurant that sports bamboo wall...
The sound from the enormous speakers made the fabric of his shirt push against the skin of his chest, and jarred the teeth in his skull. The chains and zippers on his black trousers felt like they were jingling in the blast waves. He stood leaning on a railing overlooking the main dance floor, watching the dancers. Particularly one dancer. That girl from the...
This story was intended to be a romance-adventure...of sorts. But, its futuristic setting also makes it a Sci/fi-adventure as well. When I started this, I had no idea which category I should put it in...and at the time of submission still may not be sure. Pronunciation on some of the characters is as follows.... Keeqoht: key – COAT Hok'ee: HOKE – ee As...
It seems forever since we booked the trip, but at last we're on our way. You sit beside me, excited as I am, looking out the window at the ground getting ever closer as we come in to land. The pilot announces, "Welcome to Jamaica. The temperature outside is 83°F and the sun is high in the sky. We hope that you enjoy your trip and wish you a safe onward jou...