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After my late Friday evening solo exhibition at the office, I arrived at my apartment broiling in conflicting emotions. I barely remembered the ride home on the subway and bus. My legs carried me from the bus stop to my door mechanically, as if on auto-pilot, my mind racing. I was barely aware of the frigidly cold air on my bare legs underneath my wool skirt...
Marion sat up right on the bus seat watching out the window. Her hands were folded neatly on top of her purse and overnight bag on her lap. Her knees and ankles were primly together. She watched the lawns and businesses go by out the window. It was a beautiful fall day and the gold and brown leaves looked wonderful against the still green grass. It was warm...
I gripped the handle of my valise tightly as the train began to pull away from the platform. Glancing down the corridor, I could see men, women, and children reaching out the windows toward loved ones left behind. Turning my back to them, I stumbled toward the first empty compartment in sight, and quickly slid the door shut behind me. The commotion outside h...
"Elizabeth met a man today!" Theodore called as he and his sister walked through the front door that evening. Elizabeth rolled her eyes, wishing her younger brother were a more reserved person. "What?" their father said as he took his seat at the table for dinner. Rupert Winshaw and his wife had worked the farm all day, and both were more than ready to set...
It was a chilly afternoon when the troops and I made our way up to the Adirondack Mountains. We were going to spend the weekend at a state park and climb some of the high peaks in the area. The party consisted of myself, my girlfriend, my best bud John, and his girl Jenny. Jenny was a hottie being the youngest at 19 well Lisa (my girl) being 20 and Chris and...
readyforprimetime This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story originally appeared as Melissa's Legacy, and was written around V...
The swishing of the wipers blades as they clear the rain from the windshield is soothing and comforts her mind, just as the warmth of the wool coat that smells of him comforts her heart. She feels safe and secure as she lets her mind wander on the drive to his house. She sees images of a rose gently kissing her skin and the flashes of lightning reflected on...
Cherry-Ripe Toes Copyright © 2014 Kings Woman Something for me (and the BFFs - my women fans). There cherries grow which none may buyTill "Cherry-ripe" themselves do cry. (From Cherry-Ripe by Thomas Campion) * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (10.5 min/mp3) * * * * * "Will you paint my toe-nails?" I ask. You lift your hea...
I'm standing in my backyard naked during a prolonged flurry of snow. It is 1:00 AM, and the neighborhood is perfectly silent except for the low din of arctic winds coming in over Lake Erie. My nipples instantly harden, and the cold hurts my exposed skin. I can only tolerate this cold a few more moments, but I feel more alive than I have in years. The only th...