The wind pushed the curtains. Dust swirled in the morning light. She snored, lightly. It sounded sweet. Endearing.My head hurt. Clobbered my brain into submission. Sticky eyelids fighting to open and close. _“Make up your mind, mind. Is this day about to start?”_ Sundays can be in limbo. “Fuck. Coffee.” She muttered in a somewhat hoarse voice, lovely shutters still closed. _“Look at that face. Deceiving innocence. I shoul...

Friday arrives, and Abbie drives herself to work, telling Tim she will see him at home afterward.  She is a bundle of nerves today and keeps admonishing herself to relax and not worry.  She is experiencing the same worries as she did over the party at Microga.  Abbie tells herself to look at how well that worked out, worrying for nothing. Abbie herself has self-esteem issues almost equal to those that Tim had.  Tim has le...

Tim always viewed himself as an outsider.  He felt everyone viewed him as a bastard in school for not having a father and wanted nothing to do with him.  In truth, except for one day in school when he was about seven, no one ever thought about that at all.  That day was when the children were asked to say what their fathers did.  When it came to Tim’s turn, he blurted out that he didn’t know as he did not have a father. ...

I’m having trouble reading you sometimes. First, you lapped me up like a stray dog in heat, but not quite. On nights when we drank together, nothing much else seemed to matter but the moment, until the sun showed us we pushed it too far again and you really needed to clean your coffee table. Too many fingerprints on the glasses. Almost out of cigarettes. Never have I heard so many words between words as when we talked abo...

August does bring many new things into Abbie and Tim’s life.  They would have never imagined that five weeks could hold so much.  It started out as told, with a new license for Abbie, a car for Tim, and what got to be part of their regular weekday schedule. It starts with Abbie, seeing that Tim’s hair is getting a bit long and messy, taking things into her own hands.  Since meeting Abbie that fateful night after stopping...

It was only about a mile or so to the bowling alley from Kelly's house. In that few minutes, she told me that her job as an Office Administrator really helped with the family expenses, but her mom always insisted she keep a part of her paycheck for herself. Her dad and Rick were collecting unemployment while her mom was lucky enough to work as a hostess for an upscale restaurant that got a government loan that paid most o...

When I look around the world today I find such heartache and foul play   In every country, anger, and pride How could tranquillity here abide?  There are those that need and want Still, those that sneer and taunt  A tearful man, a hungry child Even a loved one is to be exiled  Hateful words echoing in every clime Let's not speak of the war or crime  Is this what the world has come to Where all that's pure goes askew?  Cer...

Jean and I had known each other since senior School, and we had partied on and off over the years. She was very attractive, slim, statuesque, with bright emerald eyes and long, luscious, copper-red hair.  She had been known to take lovers of both genders; however, in recent years she had declared herself a lesbian.   Jean had never made a move in my direction which both relieved, and offended me in some small way.  To be...

Friends we professed. Cultivated without sound as each was devoted to another. Turfed emotions. We strolled to the field blanketed with blooms of recollection. Secluded. Buddies hobbying together. Hours spent harvesting. Reaping. Narrating our collaborated tale. Keying hammers into ribbon, impressing letters onto pages. Back and forth the machine was passed.  Sudden breeze sailed through us. Brushing away loose tresses fr...

Tonia was masturbating when I came into our apartment. My roommate was sprawled on the couch with her pants down to her knees and her blouse partly undone. She had one hand in her panties playing with her pussy. The other was inside her blouse massaging one of her tits. The look on Tonia’s face, eyes closed and mouth slightly open, was one of near ecstasy. I felt my cheeks warm as I watched. Quickly and quietly, I went to...