Vandemonium and CreativityTakesCourage
Welcome to our collection of Short Stories and Politically Incorrect Humour
SMILED AT my daughter-in-law, Sara, accepting the mimosa cocktail she held out to me.
“Thanks, sweetie.”
I took a sip, enjoying the naughtiness of drinking the mix of champagne and orange juice at ten in the morning. Hopefully, none of the grandkids would ask me to share.
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THE EARLY MORNING LIGHT streamed through the narrow gaps in the wooden venetians. Olivia Hammond rolled to her side and took a moment to admire the way the sunlight threw bands of light across the naked torso of her husband. At thirty-three he was still in peak condition and certainly didn’t perpetuate the stereotype of the scrawny computer nerd. Her gaze travelled up his body and she smiled—Steven had thrown his arm over his eyes, blocking the light. Olivia was convinced Steven was like a puppy and could sleep anywhere, in any position. Read More …
Julie glanced at me, stepped inside and shut the door behind her. I heard the deadlock engage like the closing of a coffin lid. Read More …
“When did you find out about my affair with Michael?” Read More …
And Dave would be in the background the whole time, waiting. Read More …
Pulling the cover back, I slid carefully into my side of the huge bed. Still wide awake, I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. Strange. It was turned facing away from the bed. Read More …
“After you two orchestrated this little betrayal, your wife and I decided that neither of you should have any say in your futures.” Read More …
I looked for the last time at my reflection in the mirror. Could I do it? Could I really get away with this? Could the forty-year old, not beautiful but also not plain, housewife who has never done anything remotely like this, have one extramarital adventure with no repercussions at all? Read More …