"We worked it out in the end"
As part of the function of the foundation that I set up in memory of my deceased wife and daughter to support the local performing arts community, I often had to meet with the directors and other supporters of programs...
"My daughter's friend came over for a sleepover, but ended up having a much better time than usual."
My daughter, Rori, and her best friend, Emma, got in my car after exiting the mall and putting their multiple shopping bags in the trunk. "Hi, Mr. Hull!" Emma said in her adorable, chipper voice. "Thanks for letting me sleep...
"Dressed to meet her."
I turn the handle and the jets of hot water stop immediately. I slide open the glass door, step soaking wet and naked, into the warm, steam filled bathroom and reach for the plush towel of Sea Island cotton on...
"Watching a young girl flirt at the fairground...lusting from afar..."
How old are you there, cotton candy? Three times seven years I guess, I guess you know just how you tease me, Standing there in that summer dress. Down by the penny arcade, In high heel shoes, with sugar pink...
"I gain a new appreciation of ballerinas"
While my wife and I were certainly supporters of the performing arts when she was alive, I would not have necessarily put us in the “patron” classification. However, due to her and my daughter’s untimely and unfortunate deaths in an...
"Work Project Turns Into Something More"
“I just don't see how you can't bring your work with you, Greg. We haven't seen my parents in a long time and now you 're suddenly too swamped at work to come,” her nagging voice echos from the bathroom...
"Cara meets Liam in London but will it be as she has anticipated?"
I lay awake in the half light of the room, birdsong filtered through the window and I turned onto my side. Liam was still asleep but the rumble of a passing freight train could be felt in the bed. When...
"He comes home for his mum's funeral and unexpectedly finds love."
Paul Simon's classic song Graceland drifts through the car radio, and fills my head with her image. It's as if she's sitting next to me, her bare feet on the bash board singing out-of-tune with the rhythmic beat of the...
"Playing with my son's girlfriend"
Ding, Dong "Ashley, come in sweetie.” “Mr. Rhodes, I left my sweater and my history book in Tommy’s room. May I come in and get them?" “Of course sweetie. Go up to his room and then come sit and catch...
