Even though it is Saturday, we are up early, and the cafe is not packed with people yet. Ian opens the door for me, and I walk up to the counter. Ian is a small distance behind me as he holds the door for a woman with a child. Claire is working the till a...
It’s Easter; a day for beginnings. We’d both fallen dormant in the winter of our spouses’ deaths. But what’s frozen can bloom again. I sit beside her on the bench, offering a bouquet of dandelions. She giggles like a young school girl, then quiets. “I don...
‘You didn’t fucking hire her?!’ ‘Yes! Yes! I did!’ ‘Fuck me, Bobby! She’s fucking illiterate. You’ve hired a copywriter that can’t fucking write!’ ‘How would you fucking know, Johnny? You write like a bored schoolboy who’s rushing to finish the words bit...
Lindsay meandered in a directionless circle on the corner of East Andreas Road and North Sunrise Way with a wireless Bluetooth device wedged in her ear. “I don’t know if we’re ever gonna reopen. That’s strictly up to the governor, no one else.” She tucked...
It was a hot summer day. The girl sat on the park bench, her feet dangling off the edge of the bench. She wore a short skirt and sandals, her legs were bare and smooth. Her shirt was light and airy, and it billowed in the breeze. She had long brown hair t...
The evening draped itself around me like a lonely shawl, the last light of day fading into an indigo sigh. My apartment, usually a haven of solitude, now echoed with a palpable silence that seemed to amplify my longing—a yearning not just for company, but...
It is 1987, the last Sunday in August, and my arm is around Brenda. She is my new bull lesbian girlfriend and my first openly gay relationship. But my life is complicated. I am standing there by the apartment block’s front door, watching, and waving as Da...
Amy, indeed, looked like a poor waif from a Dicken’s novel! She had been waiting for a while in the rain. Her hair was soaked and matted against the sides of her face, outlining it in a frame of amber. Streaks of water still flowed into her eyes. Her body...
Sitting in the lecture hall, I strained my vision to read the slides on the screen. They were swimming before my eyes, and the light of the screen set off jolts of pain in my throbbing head. I looked away, focusing on the professor. Professor Lopez was a...
The moment I saw her that autumn afternoon, I knew that I just had to have her. Sitting quietly in the shadows of the empty library, lit only by the lambent warmth of the reading lamp over the desk, her demure beauty ignited a fire in my soul that had bee...
Marina is a young girl from a big city. She is a manager in a supermarket and lives alone in a small apartment. She is beautiful, smart, and cheerful, even a bit cynical. She has made a few attempts to build relationships, but they didn't work out, so now...
Can you love more than one ? Love is the will to nurture our own and another's emotional growth. It is clear that we cannot claim to love if we are hurtful and abusive. ~ To love one another but make not a bond of love Rather let it be a moving sea betwee...
Chapter 8: Ivories tinkled = Just another day in servitude as a maid, I helped prepare breakfast, served Mummy and Daddy at their table, cleared up, and started my cleaning chores. That morning, I had to clean and polish the drawing room. While I was work...
Elspeth saw Guy slow to a stop on the road beyond the front garden wall of her apartment block. She knew that the long wait to be with him was finally at an end. They had met quite by chance when on holiday in Sardinia, she with her husband at the time, a...
As a poor Filipina working in Japan, I didn't have many allies I could count on. The Japanese are polite people but are suspicious and cautious around those from the outside world. Japan, was an isolated island nation for thousands of years, and not that...
