It seems at times that the first encounter with someone who will change your life unalterably forever can occur without expectation. Mine occurred about six months after my divorce from my wife of 15 years was finalized and my life has never been the same. A little background is in order at this point. I am 52 years of age, and met and married my wife when...
Bobbi had gotten the job, and she was pleased. After so many long days of hard work, slaving away in the doldrums of the near-minimum wage crowd, she was up and flying. Up in the air of light work and high pay. The older man (fifty or sixty) led her through the halls, on floor thirty-four of the Millford building. She passed by the women working in their cub...
Of all the things Diane expected to greet her when she arrived at her desk this morning, the sight of Emma Collins, her co-worker perched there with a more than devious grin on her face was not high on that list. Not than Diane disliked Emma, they got on well enough and were both accomplished in their own regard for the work they do. But Emma always seemed...
Shannon awakened early to get her family ready for their daily lives. She slipped into her old worn and tattered terry cloth robe that once was a brilliant blue, today. It was just a badly faded blue shade. She slipped her house shoes onto her feet and stumbled to the restroom to wash the sleep from her eyes. "Another day of cooking, cleaning and fighting w...
In April, 1989, I was working at a corporation with so many layers that I couldn't precisely say who my actual employer was. At the top was a conglomerate that had started out as an auto parts manufacturer. As it added and shed many lines of business over the decades it needed a new identity. Eventually it had purchased an old-line Hollywood studio called Ap...
This story has been requested from all my readers. Everyone wanted to know just how my characters met, their names, and ages. I hope this is just one of many more to come. :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CHAPTER ONE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She remembers the first time she saw him. Early one morning, as he sat at the coffee shop counter, re...
My thanks to my Editor, Kanga40, whose efforts on my behalf are much appreciated. Thank you. * Anger; deep and burning anger. There was also pain. Pain of a kind I'd never felt before. I wanted to kill or be killed. I had never been this angry before in my life. Some might say I was pretty young yet and that life would have other situations that would brin...
Author's note: I have spent the past several months writing a story about true love, marriage, life, death, art, history, and the meaning of life. This isn't that story. This is just a fun little flash story that I wrote on a whim. Consider this to be an appetizer before the True Legends of Loving Wives (plus one) serve the main courses on St. Patty's Day....
This is a Nude Day contest story. Please vote. Writer ponders Nude Day. Is it just about not wearing clothes one day out of the year? * Nude Day to many is the one day a year that we celebrate being naked in public. Those who cannot bear to wear nothing but skin, but who still want to celebrate the Nude Day holiday, can do so in the privacy of their home...
"I really don't remember too much about what happened" said Joan as she told the doctor that was looking her over at the hospital. The only thing she could recall was that she was in the parking lot at work and she was grabbed from behind, thrown down to the ground and raped. She said she remembered trying to reason with her rapist but he would her nothin...