A Simple Conversation 3 – Gaynor
THE SCENE: John Brown is sitting in a bar, having a quiet Friday night beer. His newly ex-wife, Gaynor, enters, and after looking around hurries over. Read More …
Tag: Retribution
The Office Widow
“Thanks for coming, sis. Are the kids okay?”
“Yes, they’re fine, Sarah. Mick is looking after them. They were sound asleep when I left.” Read More …
JUNE GETS EVEN: A SEQUEL
After being tied up for hours, I ran into the bathroom to relieve myself as soon as June released me. I knew I had to get out of there fast before my anger scorched me a path direct to prison. Passing through the bedroom, I noticed with some surprise, June at her nightly habit of writing in her diary. She looked exhausted but still she scribbled away, not even looking up as I strode past the end of the bed. The question of who or what manner of person writes in their journal after such a depraved event flashed through my head. At that point I had no answer. Read More …
THE SNIPER
“You must be Mrs. Brown.”
“Call me Sandra, please. You are Mark?”
“I am. Now, what is all this about, Sandra? You said on the phone that this was a matter of life and death.”
BARBARA GETS SHELVED
OKAY, I ADMIT IT, I’m a people watcher. Naturally introverted, I like sitting back, watching people, then trying to guess what they do for a living, what they’re thinking, etcetera. I do it more when I’m bored or trying to distract myself. It started when I was a kid and involved in a six-car pile-up on the Hume Highway. Luckily, neither I nor my grandparents were killed, but things got broken. Lots of things got broken, like both my legs, my wrist, my collarbone, a few vertebrae. The list goes on. Read More …
The Seven Deadly Sins – Lust
Dear Diary. Yippee, Dave finally proposed to me today. On Valentine’s Day, of all times, the romantic great lump. Read More …
Burnt by Burner Phone
Lucy was sexually excited. Very sexually excited. She was sure she could feel her own juices running down the inside of her leg. Read More …
MIDAS TOUCH
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 …
Sprung Ending 9
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 …
Sprung Ending 7
And Dave would be in the background the whole time, waiting. Read More …