This is my submission for the Wine and Old Lace event. I'd like to thank Nora Fares and Bebop3 for giving me reads, and special thanks to my Sweet Inspiration blackrandl1958 for her advice and editing. I was working in the US Embassy in Saigon towards the end of the war. I wish I could say that I was doing something glamorous, or exciting, like a CIA operat...
Part 2 -- The Aftermath I sat in stunned silence after Ang popped her head in saying hi and leaving with the parting, "I'm pregnant." My mind raced, how am I going to explain a 67-year-old professor getting a 19-year-old student pregnant. I thought back to our night of bliss in early May almost four months ago. Shouldn't she be showing a baby bump? What was...
Note: This is a follow-up to "Juliana's Summer of Lost Innocence," published in the Taboo/Incest section on 6/6/16. It helps if you read that one first but not crucial. What follows is a slice of campus life in the tumultuous year of 1968 as told in a college romance between Juliana and a guy whose politics swings 180 degrees from her own. Those who crave pr...
Jim Simmons let out a sigh when the when the airfield came into site. After spending the last three months in country he was looking forward to being out of the range of people who wanted to kill him. Ever since he arrived in Vietnam, 180 days ago, it seemed that he has dodging bullets. Now all he has to do is land and he'll be able to breath easy for a fe...
"Nope, not Mai Linh. Their drivers are the worst. Look for a Vinasun" she said, grabbing his arm before he could call a cab over. "You sure know your Vietnamese cab scene. That's hot." She giggled and elbowed his arm. The rain had let up, and they'd met in front of a rundown Pho 24 near their hotels. His date was wearing an Ao Dai, a Vietnamese dress that...
All characters are adults. Dear Reader, this series is noire. Noire is over the top, offensive crime writing. It's intended to be unpleasant and expose how life is for most people. Feral dogs probably behave better than noire characters. I suggest you leave immediately and try some erotic poetry. ***** Life is a prison sentence you can't escape alive. Se...
John was in a good mood. He sipped his coffee and recalled all that had happened to him since he first visited Vietnam with a cattleman's delegation a few years back. He had arrived in Vietnam after the death of his wife depressed and dispirited. In the course of a couple of years he had been transformed from a disinterested visitor to the largest single fo...
NOTE TO OUR READERS: This has taken a long time to produce because we took time out to get married – yes to each other! We're concluding our story with this chapter. We'll stay in touch with several of you who have contacted us via email. But mostly Lissia and I are going to get 'caught up on our lives together'. We hope this closing chapter brings everythin...
Jimmy and I were the same age. We lived on the same block. We started school together. We were fast friends. Jimmy taught me how to hit a fastball. He taught me how to bait a hook. His was the first penis I ever saw. It was when we were heading down to the river to fish and he pulled up to pee on a tree trunk. I was amazed and that night I asked my mom abou...
Saigon 1971 © When I first went to Vietnam in 1968, I had to go through a bunch of bullshit at Oakland, California, before being sent to an in-processing station at Long Binh, Vietnam. I was assigned to a lot of menial details because I was a low-ranking enlisted man. I was now a Warrant Officer and the Army flew me directly to Tan Son Nhut Air Base in Saig...