My wife doesn't 'do' subtleties very well which accounts for her two most endearing characteristics: she always says what's on her mind and because of that she can be highly unpredictable. Like now. She is cuddling into me as she always does after sex, with one leg over my hip, her arm across my chest and her face tucked into my neck. "I was thinking of you...
Sometimes Jenny says I need a thicker backbone. That may be true but I am comfortable with who I am. I'm not super macho. I'm not John Wayne. I'm more William H. Macy but I like myself that way. Certainly Jenny rarely complains about me not being male model. She brags to her friends about my cooking ability and my skill with massage and pedicures. I love my...
I was scheduled to work on Saturday. I rarely went in on weekends anymore. Owning my own business was a grind the first five or six years. Now I've been at it for 18 years and it runs pretty much on its own with my limited supervision. This month brought about a special contract, that while making my presence required, would reward me handsomely with a major...
This is my first attempt at a story like this, at times I experienced some writers block, and the flow of the story suffered to some extent in my opinion, but I think not to the point that it ruins the experience of reading it. None of the characters in this story are intended to represent any existing superheroes or their powers, they are a work of fiction...
"Are you sure about this?" Faith turned to her husband. "I don't want some wild man staying with us!" Alan sighed. "You need to be more open minded. I think it'll be a great experience for us." "But we have already given so much to charity. We don't have to do this." "That may be so. I know we can do much more than writing a check." Alan exited off the f...
Beep! Beep! Beep! The annoying sound of Jeremy's alarm clock was loud enough to wake the dead, but it took Jeremy a couple minutes to rouse from his deep sleep. As he turned to shut off the alarm, Jeremy wondered why he had set the alarm to go off at 5:30 in the morning. As he sat on the edge of the bed trying to clear his head and think straight, his semi...
I was attending a soiree with my wife, Clare (soiree: a fancy term for a late happy hour amongst the intelligentsia and I was happy because I had a very nice scotch, neat, in my hand). Anyway, I was sitting quietly in a corner watching my wife and others in the room. She was talking animatedly with her mentor and friend, Professor Randy Holcomb. Her hand mot...
Terry was sure she had never seen the shop before. In fact, she was almost positive the space between the butcher shop and the hairdresser had been empty just this morning as she passed it on her way to work. It had just shown up as if by magic sometime between then and her walk home. She shook her head. There was no way anybody could move into an abandoned...
It was my first leg of the journey by train, and quite frankly, I didn't know that it could be quite so dull at times. I was alone in a sleeping car designed for four, it seemed, so apparently I chose well on the timing, it being the off-season for such passage. I was definitely not in a great rush, as it happened, but I still wanted to actually enjoy my vac...
"Zariah! Sweetie! Time for dinner!" Martin was getting the last preparations in for his dinner. He found the simplicity of baked ziti such an easy meal to cook up. He pulled out the garlic bread from the oven, glazing the bread with olive oil. He dished up two plates, then brought them over to the table. Zariah rushed in and sat down, then made a face. "W...