The doorbell rings and as Mandy opens the door she smiles. A delivery man holds on to the bouquet for dear life. Lilies. White as snow... She thanks him and takes the bouquet from him, placing it on the dining room table. Eagerly she opens the envelope – the message says "Be ready at 21h00...". 30 minutes later the doorbell rings again and sure, there is a...
The calm before a major hurricane is eerily still, warm, and humid. Storm "whateverthefuck" was stalled in the Gulf of Mexico just South of Bradenton. This made for an interesting canvas for which to launch Fourth of July fireworks. We're a month into the season and already named storm "F" is off the coast and threatening our West Central coastline. From the...
Stacy had scoped out a remote cabin in the woods of the Midwest for their next short get-away. When they got to the two-bedroom cabin, her boyfriend Cole could see that she'd been shopping. He pointed to the boxes in the back of her car. "What's in back?" Cole asked. "Oh, probably way more food than we'll need and not enough wine. " Stacy laughed. After...
It amazes me that so many men would take back some bitch after she dumped them to trade up and it didn't work out. In so many stories, writers have characters who will stay in bad marriages for years for their kids sake while their own lives suck. Just so you know: it's just a fucking story. * There is a saying that, "the road to hell is paved with good in...
My name is Tyrone and I'm not black. I don't know why black guys think that the name Tyrone belongs exclusively to them. My friends will invite me over. I suppose they say something like, 'My dude Tyrone is on his way.' Then I show up with my pale-ass and they start freaking...asking me if I'm a cop. Then my friend will grin and say, 'hell no he's not a cop....
I was picking up the balsamic vinegar to splash on the salad for the finishing touch when Cathy started talking to me. "The kids will be here tomorrow for Thanksgiving." She paused and looked toward me, directly into my eyes. I saw a question in her face although her words were a statement of fact. We've been living back together in our home for the past 4...
I finish the dishes and check my daughter is doing her homework -- who can tell? She's banging away on her laptop, thudda thudda music leaking from the headphones she's wearing. I make coffee and take it through to our bedroom. Louise, my wife, is sitting in bed talking on the phone, the TV on mute. She is listening more than talking. I put down the coffee a...
"The Future's So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades" The day started sucking for Penny the moment she walked into work. Some stupid convention was in town, which meant the hotel was absolutely full, and her car had decided to conk out, so she needed to bum a ride to work from Stu, and he was so stoned that he'd spent five minutes staring at the ignition before she...
Angie Eveready was not given to long bouts of contemplation. She was a firm adherent of the "if it feels good, do it" school of social behavior. But in the wake of her third, less-than-perfect experience with making love in the great outdoors, she felt the situation required a good, old-fashioned think. The perfect place for such deep introspection was stre...
I awoke the same way that I always do, the sound of my alarm blaring the most obnoxious mariachi music on the radio. The wooden blinds I had set up did their job though of keeping all but a few random slivers of light from invading my room. I didn't need to look around for the remote to the television; it was sitting on my night stand next to a half empty gl...