The Babysitter I: Reunion

"He's sixteen. His parents go on summer vacation. Two weeks with a babysitter? Blegh! ...or is it?"

“But, Mooommm,” the way I stressed the last 'm', the tone came out a lot whinier than I had intended. “I don't need a babysitter. I'm sixteen!”We were standing in the doorway, my parents ready to leave.“Our point exactly,” she...

Straight As Spaghetti

"She has a weakness for her roommate's smell. Unfortunately, the latter is straight – or is she?"

Sweat is fascinating. Its smell might appear unpleasant, yet carries so much information about potential mating partners. Pheromones. Nature relies heavily on them. Just think of the birds and the bees – literally.As far as I am concerned, I crave...

The Singing Of The Cicadas III

"Finally, they talk and take their decision."

Old man Eric was sitting in his favorite rocking chair on the patio of his deceased brother's holiday mansion. It was after lunchtime, but since he had slept in that day, keeping everyone – his granddaughter and her husband, mainly...

The Singing Of The Cicadas I

"She's his sister-in-law. They're on vacation. Both have their skeletons in the closet."

Eric was sitting in his patio rocking chair, lazily enjoying the afternoon sun and the Mistral breeze. Contented, he watched his great-grandchildren run around and play in the garden of his old mansion in Aubagne near Aix-en-Provence. With his belly...

Worth The Money

"She's the barmaid, he's the customer. He wanted to pay cash, but she can't return him the change."

The old bar was empty when Chad arrived. Empty except for the young barmaid.Not quite the way he remembered it, he thought. The barmaid as well he couldn't recall. Hardly possible, for she didn't look as if she had been...

Memories of Jack

"Too late, she realizes she made a mistake."

Her hands were shaking as she held the plastic. Her eyes were glued to the display. She was waiting for the result. Impatient. Every heartbeat passed like an hour. At her heartbeat rate, two minutes meant close to two hundred...

Memories Of Michelle

"Hung over, he tells his roommate about last night. Bad idea."

I wake up, my head still dizzy and a typical, soaring headache pulsing in my frontal lobe. Even the gentle shrieking of my bed as I roll over feels like stings right through my eardrums into my brain.'It has it's...