Category Archives: Fiction

James is quietly grumpy, as usual. Exquisitely critical. He’s sitting in his new office, gazing without intention at the dictionary stand near the doorway, resisting the “assignment” he’s been given to work on this week. He considers the Portals Program, … Continue reading →

It was the story that seduced her a month ago. Mark would probably go to his grave concluding that it was the peaches, no matter what she said. He’d always remember the erotic plumpness of the just-picked orbs, the squirt … Continue reading →

Things were bizarre at work, and not peaceful at home. It was a good thing that Julie’s old house was large, for she and her dog had recently had to open it to Jess and Keith (between apartments and jobs, … Continue reading →

Odd how for cerebral Julie, the epiphanies came through her body. PUSH THROUGH THE PAIN. STRETCH THE EASY SIDE FIRST. TAKE ONE PEDAL AT A TIME. They all started as vivid, fully physical experiences – childbirth, dance, cycling up mountains … Continue reading →

She wanted Rick to move out, but she didn’t say that. Instead she picked at him all evening. He tried to defuse her with sex; he pinned her fists behind her and nuzzled her neck. It didn’t work. Re stropped … Continue reading →

As far as Rick was concerned, they were then a couple. Linda didn’t see it that way. She liked the sex and the ice (she hadn’t met Re yet), but she wasn’t ready for a full relationship. She told Rick … Continue reading →

What a run. It’s been an up-and-down airline since Linda took over. It’s been an erratic time since Rick came into her life. She’s thinking she needs a break from both MainePlanes and Rick Jenssen. Linda likes anagrams. She tells … Continue reading →

When Ruby was little, her father was her sun, her moon, the stars. He was a big, capable, educated man, principled about his conduct and devoted to his family, and he doted on her. She was his oldest child, his … Continue reading →

If she’s old enough to bleed, she’s old enough to breed. The words repulsed her. They were such an animal assessment of an acquaintance. How could a boy who had been a cohort turn so suddenly into an assessor, a … Continue reading →

Mag had a little epiphany as she reached for the apricots. She’d been a selfish child and she continued the behavior into adulthood. She became more subtle about it, but the truth is that she always wanted the best cookie … Continue reading →