Karen’s Ambush
I sat at the table, intermittently looking at my watch and the notes of my prepared speech in front of me. By now it was purely habit. I knew the words I wanted to use by heart and had done for some weeks. Read More …
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Absolutely F&%$ing Nothing
I was home alone and feeling sorry for myself, taking my enforced idleness pretty badly. Read More …
Talk of Betrayal
Dave Brown sat in his formal lounge room, in his recliner. Facing his chair was an empty couch. Between his chair and the couch was a coffee table with three champagne flutes on it, one full, two empty. Read More …
Surrogate – Chapter 2
He’d had that dream again, last night. He somehow knew he was near water and he could hear two people laughing at him. It was such a vague, silly dream that he had not thought to mention it to anyone, not even his wife… Read More …
Dominance
Lyn kissed her husband goodbye as he was leaving for work that morning. She dragged him into the spare bedroom and made a spirited attempt to reach his tonsils with her tongue while forcing her leg into his crotch. Read More …
Influenced
Of all the rotten luck. Or was it an act of fate? Read More …
Donna Goes to Coventry
If you had asked me yesterday if I had a happy marriage, I would have said yes with a huge smile. Fuck, if you’d asked me at breakfast today, I’d have said the same. I pinched myself every day when I came home to prove I wasn’t living a dream. I took a quick inventory. Job, one of, fun and rewarding, check. House, one of, big and fully paid off, check. Bank account, one of, pleasantly big and growing steadily, check. Wife, one of, attractive, loyal, reciprocates devotion, check. Kids, two of, boy and girl, 15 and 14 respectively, check. Life just couldn’t get better. Read More …
GRIM REALITY
I SAT IN OUR study at home and realised I had a problem. Where was that damned bit of paper? I had been sitting right here last Tuesday night finishing the list that had taken me several months. So where the fuck was it now? A second clearing of the desk, looking in the drawers, looking behind and under the desk revealed nothing. Ah, revelation, check the bin……………. empty. I thought back to Tuesday. I’m sure it wasn’t empty then. Friday was my wife’s housework day. Sorry, Dave, old son, but you’re going to have to scrounge through the recycle trash bin. Read More …