32. The Gathering Storm Bob Short helped Fiona up off the shower floor and into the radiant heated bathroom. He toweled her dry from head to toe and proceeded to brush out her hair. Fiona acquiesced to all this attention and wondered why he was not married. If Bob took care of all of the women he met like he was taking care of her, he would be a wonderful...
Hey gang. I've been gone for a while but it has been a rough and good year so far. A cancer diagnosis for a parent and death shortly after followed by the birth of my first granddaughter a few weeks ago. It was while I was caring for my grandson and waiting for my granddaughter to be born when the thought for this story came to mind. I had my concerns abou...
After a long day of flights and cabs, we settled into the hotel to get ready for the wedding. It was the best hotel in Detroit. But in a recurring theme to our marriage, we were soon fighting again. Actually, my wife was pissed at me again because of something I said. After storming out of our hotel room, she gave me the cold shoulder while we rode the crowd...
This is a fantasy on so many levels. Next time you are out shopping, think about your local adoptive animal shelter or Humane Society. Pick up an extra ten pack of paper towels and drop 'em off. Say hi to the animals; volunteer. Consider adopting. The Doberman Pinscher is an elegant, muscular and very powerful dog with a well proportioned chest, a short bac...
Many thanks to Chilleywilley for editing this story The "Mole Mob" what spread fear in our small Scandinavian town was probably the best joke in those thousand years that this small town had existed. It began with an article in the local newspaper in which a man by name Rupert Albert Timmer demanded an immediate closing of the popular dance hall in town....
San Diego, CA Summer 1973 Goddammit! Randy hated going to Uncle Chris' fucking holy-roller church. Every damn week he lost three hours of his fucking life that he would never get back. Goddammit! "My house, my rules. You stay with us, you go to church," Chris would say if Randy protested. Randy wondered if he had finally reached his breaking point. Af...
Clearly, Great-Uncle Colin had loved to write which was not so surprising when one considered that, when diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor, he was the managing editor of a national newspaper on Fleet Street. The end, when it came, was quick and painless and later his will revealed that he had left all his personal papers to me. There were drafts of t...
This is a dark one that has been rattling around for a while. Be warned, it's way darker than most of the stuff I write and it does not end well. This also has the distinction of being a mostly true story. I've changed names and locations and obvious embellished some of the background, and the ending is mine (since I don't know what the real ending is). W...
They had gathered a crowd by the time Amevina had made the introduction, and once again, a wave of shock passed through the newcomers. The Storm Queen had chosen a human, and her father could not resist the urge to point out that fact. "But, it's a human!" "Very astute, father. I do not believe that my sister, my wife, nor I had noticed that fact after s...
So, it's been a while, huh? Sorry about the delay, I absolutely expect that anyone who was interested in this story has probably moved well on with their lives by now. I won't bore you with the details, but life took a good hard dump on me last year, and I'm just now recovering. I'd like to say I've been writing non stop in the meantime, but that's simply no...