Laura Lynn had a theory that a wedding encased men like a prehistoric mosquito in amber. The way a man was when you married him was the way he was going to be for the rest of your life. She came up with …
“I came here to die,” said the old man in the chair next to me beneath the shade of a coconut palm, mere feet from the endless expanse of the Pacific.
Looking over at him with an exasperated sigh, I …
The culprits rode three horses, one with a distinct, odd shoe leaving sign Riddle’s been following for five days. They’re brothers—Leon, Ralph, and Otho, him that has but three fingers on his left hand. The Coakley brothers, each hunched behind …
A cautionary reminder of how smart our devices are becoming
It was one of those should have, could have, would have situation. The e-mail came in addressed to Garmin c/o vanislepeople (at) gmail.com with the title “version 13.0 as requested”. …
Standing nearly six foot three in high heels, Sally easily opened the door to Jimbo’s. She stepped inside and stopped as the door closed behind her. Gave her eyes a chance to adjust to the dim interior.
She saw fifteen or so …
They both claim happy marriages. They meet in innocent circumstances surrounded by others. A class.
He teaches the class. In an instant, she loves it. All he has to do is open his mouth. He speaks a-mile-a-minute: an idea, another …
(Based on Real Events)
I had to brace myself as the pumper slid around the corner. The rack that my airpack was jammed into helped hold me in place rather than let me follow the trucks inertia and slide across …
He loved words. A writer. Words weren’t just his stock and trade, they were his very reason for living. Like the jeweler with his gems, painter with his colors, junkie with his pills, so was he with words. Or take …
There was once a very poor, very plain looking, simple minded young woman who lived with her three small children in a hovel high on a cliff overlooking a swirling river below. Because she was very plain looking, and knew …
I’d been so long without, that the mannequins in the dress shop window were starting to look good. If things got much worse I’d end up giving them names. I’d gotten tired of working alone in my home office, so …