“For sale?” I wasn’t too surprised to see the sign go up on the empty place next door. It has been more than eight months since the Cooke family moved out. They were the kind of neighbors you like to have – friendly, quiet, and on the rare occasion they had a party they made
I pulled up to the four story brick building and drove around to the small parking lot in the back. I parked my car in one of the dozen parking spaces. I then got out of the car, took a small white plastic card out of my wallet. I walked up to the steel door
Do you know how long a week is? It’s supposed to be seven days, but this one felt like a month — no — a year. Seven days could not pass soon enough. Jenny was in my mind 24 hours a day. I fantasized about her at work. I imagined her as I eyed cute
Margot was at an age when she thought it useful to tolerate the foibles of other people. It was no longer worth the effort to be critical, even in silence. Maturity, after all, meant an acceptance of varieties of behavior. In any case, the minor weaknesses of the people in her life produced only insignificant
Early one evening I’m sitting alone at the bar in Jorjet’s wondering if I ought to leave this place because tonight it’s like a graveyard, when the street door opens and a tall woman dressed in black walks in and looks around for a place to sit. She can sit anywhere, since there aren’t more
Vashti wandered down the deserted beach, when she looked back along the sandy stretch of pure white sand, she could still see the tops of the grass-roofed huts of the small resort where she was staying. The water was a cool placid expanse of turquoise ripples, which lapped playfully at her toes with each step.
Margot was at an age when she thought it useful to tolerate the foibles of other people. It was no longer worth the effort to be critical, even in silence. Maturity, after all, meant an acceptance of varieties of behavior. In any case, the minor weaknesses of the people in her life produced only insignificant
A few nights later, I was pacing nervously in my office as I waited for my guest to arrive. I’d pimped girls out before of course, but it was especially important tonight that nothing was fucked up. The client was a very powerful and very dangerous mobster, and the girl that he wanted was Michelle,
When my friend Tom married his wife, Sadie, she was three months pregnant. The thing was he couldn’t even remember the time that he got her pregnant. He was drunk. Actually he was passed out. He couldn’t even remember playing with her tits or anything. Well there is a good reason that he couldn’t remember.
Thump! Pop! My car jerked forward in the dim morning light. I had almost made it to work in the wet snow, avoiding spinouts and poor visibility for my 10 mile commute on the freeway. I was feeling pretty satisfied and pleased with how well my car handled the weather as I slowed to enter
I was home from work for the day, I called in sick but really just wanted a sanity day. I had the day to myself. It was just nine in the morning and I figured I should run out for supplies and get ready to settle in for a relaxing day. I threw on some
I’m a cab driver. I’m not something else, driving cabs while I wait for my ‘big break’ at whatever it is that I claim is my ‘real’ job. MY ‘real job’ is driving a hack. I’ve been doing it for a long time, and I’ve had some pretty wild experiences. This is one of them.
For the first time in ages, Greg approached the house wondering what he would find inside. Normally he would have stopped for a beer or two before coming home. Once at home, he’d find some disaster that required his attention. It was his hope that this time would be different. He shifted the flowers to
Chelsea and I couldn’t keep our hands – or our tongues – off each other. This was no change from the last few months; since Chelsea came to college, we have been completely inseparable, taking every opportunity to sneak off and enjoy a wild, passionate sex session. Even home for the holidays, we looked for
I sat, a bit anxiously, in the waiting room, flipping through a dated copy of Newsweek. My wife Gwen and I had been trying to conceive for several months, and it was my turn to undergo tests to rule out any possibilities and determine the best course of treatment. The tests were simple, as I