Monthly Archives: July 2013

They’d turned it back to simmer, showered and had dinner at the marina restaurant; redfish and oysters. Dixie Chicken did them in. He told her he hired her because the lyrics were the first thing that came to mind when she … Continue reading →

Emma Lee breathed deep and felt the tingle run the length of her, down to her toes. Damn! She could feel the pull, the searing temptation. She lay on the bow of the Hatteras admiring the dip between her hip … Continue reading →

She worked Wednesday, Thursday and Friday nights slinging drinks at a little dive over on General De Gaulle in Algiers. It would’ve been a real pit to work in if it hadn’t been for the guy who owned it, TK … Continue reading →

Their hands broke her. She couldn’t resist a pair of pretty hands. She preferred callouses, clean fingernails, nice bones, slim wrists and a firm, dry handshake. Substantial, confident hands. If they could two-step so much the better. She hung out … Continue reading →

She surprised him one morning by rising before he did. She went to the kitchen and brewed coffee before she woke him up. It was a perfect crisp blue sky day. They had a fire in the Jotul to take … Continue reading →

It had been a while since Hank had scrutinized his wife in the manner he’d recently adopted. He noticed a rhythm in her addiction. She didn’t wake up happy anymore. She woke up in a foul mood, distant and cantankerous … Continue reading →

He opened the kitchen door, “Marion, I think we should go to the shore and stay a few days; get away from here, and talk about retirement. We need a change. Let’s pack our stuff. Don’t forget your medicine. We’ll … Continue reading →

Shore camp had been unoccupied for a long stretch. It demanded fresh air and a good dusting. Hank set to work from the top down and the inside out. He took the quilts and hung them on the line to … Continue reading →

He was powerless. He loved her so much. He would have forsaken his parents, his kids, his friends, everyone one he knew, for her. All she ever had to do was ask. She didn’t ask, for anything, ever. During her … Continue reading →

Hank arrived at Medical Records promptly at 8, as soon as they opened. Marion’s records hadn’t been copied so he accepted the offer to review them in a cubicle. He was told that he could copy whatever he wanted at … Continue reading →