Traffic was light that Friday evening and I made good time. It was 7:01 when I parked the car in the garage and switched off the engine. I removed the phone from my pocket, preparing to text Gaynor, when it...
Love Stories
Thursday night I hardly slept. I was like a child on Christmas Eve, excited and desperate for morning to arrive so that I could open my gifts. But I wasn’t a child. I was less than a month from my...
I arrived home only minutes before Veronica, and I helped unload the shopping bags from her car and carried them through to the kitchen where the kettle was already boiling. I made tea for Veronica and a mug of instant...
Jesse was alone in the motel room. On a road trip into the past, along old Route 66. Sitting and thinking back on the time when he had lived just a few miles from this very town. On this Friday...
I could have cried, or at least roared out in pain and anguish. I wanted to beat my chest and bellow to the skies, howling out my frustration. The e-mail from Gaynor stabbed at my heart, sliced me open and...
Over dinner - one of Veronica’s casserole creations which pleased the taste buds but left me in the dark as to all of its ingredients - she suddenly asked, “Do you miss having sex?” My wine glass was at my...
We Met On A Plane – Part 4
"We rejoice in her return from a business trip, then she told me what she does for a living."
I travel by commuter flight each week for work. My week starts Sunday night and ends Thursday night when I go home. I met Joan a couple of weeks ago on my flight to work. She was on her way...
It had been another warm Tuesday and I’d played a reasonable round of golf, followed by a steak meal in the clubhouse. The company was good and the conversation, as usual, light. Occasionally, politics and finances reared their ugly cantankerous...
Emily and Willie
"No graphic terms, just a love story that someone asked me to write about two older friends"
In a small town, as rural as one can be and yet be defined as a town, an old flower shop sits off a side street, long forgotten but still lovingly maintained by its owner, Emily Bronson. Widowed ten years...
Traditions
"Randy has a Christmas Eve to remember."
It was late by the time we served everyone and cleaned up. This had been the busiest Christmas Eve I’d seen in the ten years I’d been volunteering at the shelter. Between the unusual number of people seeking shelter from...