By mid-morning the sun had broken through the clouds and blue sky was once again on show. Louise soon began to wish she hadn't worn her thick fleece, but she was pretty much stuck with it until they stopped for a rest. She stayed towards the middle of the long line of cyclists traversing an endless succession of winding country lanes. Cows mooed mournfully...
THE SATYR It was nearly sunset in the tiny (though not as tiny as some) village of Kusta when a barefoot, ivory-skinned, steely-eyed girl walked through the very outskirts and farms on her way to the center. The village that the strange girl had come from was so tiny, that market had only been held one day a week. Kusta was large enough so that market was e...
My experience with Roz started some years ago. I was working as an estate agent in a small firm selling very up market area. Apart from the fact that the commissions were good I had the added bonus of a lot of very bored housewives coming to get evaluations of their houses. These had led to some very interesting experiences. The best of these was my experien...
Graham the Nude Waiter ... or Adventures in the New Ritz Poodle Dog Club The whole fabric of human existence is that of domination and submission. - Friedrich Nietzsche This note, along with a fully nude picture of Graham, was slipped beneath Louisa's napkin on a previous visit to the Poodle Dog. You know the place, right? The New Ritz Poodle Dog Club wa...
PAMELA'S STORY I am a nurse. I am plain looking. My story is anything but that. I am thirty-three. After training in medical college hospitals I worked for one year in government hospitals. I resigned the job when I got married. That was thirteen years ago. When my children were twelve and ten my husband and I judged that they do not need my constant care a...
Jeremiah's Journey By Dirk Stimson This story might have been submitted some time ago - I've re-written it. It is inspired by a man I knew in my youth who traveled the country during the depression - if you are too young to remember that time - ask your folks. Oh, one more thing one last time: My login is "Jimmela" I write as Dirk Stimson - got it?? ***...
Such a funny thing, how very wrong one's perceptions can be. Case in point: our very good friend, Elizabeth Stanton. She's a funny girl, our Libby: very stiff-upper-lip, born-with-silver- spoon-in-gob, haughty and snooty and how-to-do. She's the very definition of a rich snob: delightfully misanthropic, wickedly xenophobic and extraordinarily blinkered to t...
Paradise does not exist. I'd spent enough time in postardesque destinations to realize that it's all a front, a beautiful slight of hand. Where there's white sand, blue water and warm breezes, there's also cockroaches, dengue fever, eight-dollar heads of broccoli, over fishing, cyclones and drinking water swimming with parasites. Paradise does not exist. Th...
Long ere I spied the weathered signpost pointing the path to Taylorsville, I had felt that something was amiss. My aged bones were huddled against the freezing rain, and Old Dolly must have ambled down a wrong road somewhere past Statesboro. With my eyes tucked underneath the felt brim, I hadn't noticed. Night had fallen hours ago, and I could venture no gu...
As always, constructive comments are welcome and appreciated. And please remember this is a work of fiction and not a docu-drama. It's been said that there's a fine line somewhere between love and hate. I read an online post once that said human emotions can easily slip from one extreme to the other. Perhaps that's true. At one time, I loved my wife dearly...