Monthly Archives: February 2018

Sylvia was so tired of staying home by herself.  She was now in her 80’s and she didn’t drive too far from home because her sense of direction just wasn’t as sharp as it use to be.   It was … Continue reading →

I know, that’s a strange title, but bear with me. First, there’s only so much room for a title.  If it runs more than a few words, the reader can get bored and confused.  Second, titles should be interesting to … Continue reading →

This was truly a “dark and stormy” night. I was sitting on her couch, shivering in my wet clothes. She was in the kitchen, after offering, “a surprise for me”. It was then that I thought that I heard scratching … Continue reading →

                  “DARK AND STORMY” ENDING   ….. Slowly, I rose and walked to the door.   What a surprise! There, in front of me, stood a man I recognized as John Beresford … Continue reading →

        She nervously paced the hallway, eyes flitting in all directions as she drew deep breaths, trying to settle wrangled nerves. With shaky hands, she rummaged through her purse for a cigarette, dismissing the “no-smoking” sign. Let … Continue reading →

Unfinished Story Posted on February 8, 2018 by santeach She nervously paced the hallway, eyes flitting in all directions as she drew in deep breaths, trying to settle wrangled nerves.  With shaky hands she rummaged through her purse for a cigarette, dismissing … Continue reading →

Sandy’s Story Continued… She was ushered into a bare-walled room with pale green walls, one metal table, bolted to the floor, and two industrial style chairs, one on each side of the table. “Please take a seat,” said the detective. … Continue reading →

Voices were muffled and distant, though I could easily see lips moving and various facial gestures. I was present but absent as I contemplated the inevitable defeat and humiliation ahead of me.  Time flowed by as I drew closer to … Continue reading →

Claire remembers the day her best friend, Elaine, noticed a lump in her breast while she was showering.  The next week seemed like a year before the doctor told Elaine that the biopsy confirmed the tumor was malignant. Claire and … Continue reading →

        A STORY BEGINNING…   As she drove, she realized that I75 wasn’t very busy. As dusk approached, she turned on her lights and, at the same time, a downpour began.   “Note to self: I really … Continue reading →

The rain is heavier. So is the traffic. Still 117 miles to go. Take a deep breath. Remember the serenity of strolling through the preserve and hearing the melodious cheer, cheer, cheer and then rapidly woight-woight-woight of a cardinal flitting … Continue reading →

Carol is the oldest of three sisters. Her sisters, Katie and Kelly are fraternal twins who are five years younger. Carol always envied they’re close relationship, but lately they haven’t been speaking to one another. Almost a year ago, Katie … Continue reading →

My hands clenched the wheel as my mind did a rewind, playing back to me years of family discord.  I saw myself serving as the referee, the peacemaker, the mediator, the arbiter, the “parole officer”, – always checking in to … Continue reading →

  Retta Riordan’s Rising Star Retta Riordan considered herself one of the lucky ones. She was popular in her Hoboken public school and was selected to give the valedictory address at her high school graduation. Her inspirational challenge to the … Continue reading →

A story beginning… Posted on February 5, 2018 by Teresa Kaye As she drove, she realized that I75 wasn’t very busy. As dusk approached, she turned on her lights and at the same time, a downpour began. “Note to self: I really … Continue reading →

I am getting tired of this. I know I should back off and let them work it out.  I know all about enabling.  Yet, they are my parents after all.  I can’t sit on the sidelines.  Oh well, I should … Continue reading →

As the rain continued and the coffee cooled, approaching a semi truck from behind with its blinding spray made the moment intensify to forget the dread at arrival. Rain, fatigue, trucks, the hated trio of travelers. Dad, the only vestige … Continue reading →

It truly was a “dark and stormy” night. Sitting alone at my typewriter (I much prefer the old-school clacking of the keys as they snap at the paper), I smiled to myself at the cliché. A warm fireplace relaxed me, … Continue reading →

She nervously paced the hallway, eyes flitting in all directions as she drew in deep breaths, trying to settle wrangled nerves.  With shaky hands she rummaged through her purse for a cigarette, dismissing the “No Smoking” sign.  Let them try … Continue reading →

Chapter 1 Meeting the President Chapter 2 The plot Chapter 3 The Debriefing Chapter 4 Who Done It? Chapter 5 – Republican Revenge Chapter 6 – The Sheikh’s Shake-Up Sheikh al-Thani read and re-read Retta’s notes of his proposed action … Continue reading →

There it sat. Small, sleek and all-knowing.  Arrogant in spite of its tiny stature.  It was dressed in Satanic Black, just to underscore its power. OK, it did have a little light which lent some softness and approachability to it.  … Continue reading →

        LIFE SANS TELEVISION OR HOW I LOVE WATCHING INFERIOR PROGRAMS   The sad thing is that I have become a TV junkie – especially cable news. It is not even fun (recent news is never fun), … Continue reading →