Category Fiction

He Deserved Nothing Less

They sat together in a corner booth of the nicest hotel bar in town, just a few blocks from where he worked. He ran his index finger across the top of her hand and said, “I’m definitely game for a nightcap in your room, but I can’t stay too late, Elaine. I have a presentation tomorrow, and most of my paperwork is at home.” “No problem, Chuck,” she said. “We’ll

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Climate Change

The man Sarah Martin thought she once loved had become a lazy, manipulative user, and constantly dwelling on her decade of failure with him wasn’t doing her any favors. It had certainly kept her from living in the moment. She finally decided to salvage what she could and refashion a meaningful life for herself before it was too late. Within the span of a month, she sold her successful ice cream shop in

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Nothing to Remember

The sunset shrouded the bay in a mantle of gold. Ben scanned the horizon from his second-floor balcony and then leaned forward in his chair to gain a clearer view of his front yard. The jacaranda trees were in full bloom, their lush petals serving as a purple canopy for anyone strolling up the path to his house. As the maid was finishing her daily chores, she took special care to

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The Edge of Faith

I There are three reasons for a man to fall to his death from a cliff. It might be an accident, either brought on by a quirk of nature or human error. An unfortunate turn of events may have brought him to some precipice at a bad time – like a sudden rainstorm causing him to run for cover over a path that has abruptly been washed away. Perhaps he

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Reunion

She is immensely interested in him. She has even secret mischievous moments in which she wishes she could get him alone, on a desert island, away from all ties and with nobody else in the world to consider, and just drag him off his pedestal and see him making love like any common man. We all have private imaginations of that sort. But when it comes to business, to the

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The Invisible Knife

I “I want to know once and for all who did this to me!” hollered Hugh Jackson III, waving his stubbed hands dramatically for all to witness (and seeming to startle himself more than the rest of us). This was the climax of a speech he had prepared for me and the local policemen on the morning of my arrival in New Iberia. I had come to investigate a six-month

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