My apologies for a few missed weeks posting. This genre of writing is harder than I thought. I feel if I am taking the time to write in this genre I should do a good job. And I am by no means saying I am!! To make all the ends meet can be tricky, but… Continue reading Gerry: Seven
Gerry: Six
The Man never had dirty hands. In his profession it was best to fly under the radar and the best way to do that was to have other people do the dirty work. His clients were expected to pay cash and on top of the standard fee, a required amount of sweat equity, a… Continue reading Gerry: Six
Gerry: Five
Janis wasn’t the only one to have a visitor that night. The two-story brick house had cameras hidden everywhere on the property. Getting into the house without setting off any alarms would be a challenge but not impossible. Once inside, The Man crept around. He knew to find the master bedroom on the main floor… Continue reading Gerry: Five
Gerry: Four
Janis and Nancy rode in silence while they drove to the city park. They were meeting Linda because the three of them agreed this would be a safe place to talk. The sun had started to find its path down in the horizon; a long Sunday had ended. Kids were collecting abandon bikes, sports… Continue reading Gerry: Four
Gerry: Three
Author's Note: I did not post last Friday because as I had finished writing the next instalment the ending of the tale came to me. I have been working on that and trying to make it work with what was already posted. (I had an ending already in mind but liked this one better) I… Continue reading Gerry: Three
Gerry : TWO
Linda made sure to get the keys to the house from Janis. After she did her part at the rehearsal, she excused herself from the dinner, blaming it on a migraine. She was prone to them so it seemed like a logical excuse. Everyone understood. She figured she had three hours before the rehearsal dinner… Continue reading Gerry : TWO
Gerry
*Author's Note. * I have been tempted over the years to try my hand at a murder mystery. Never trusted my writing abilities and it takes a lot of thought and planning. At least, I think so. I decided to try anyway over the summer between classes. While in school there is little time for… Continue reading Gerry
Two Pancakes. Nothing More.
The high plains of Montana look the same in the fall as any other time of year, dry and flat, tired and desolate. The wind screams loud enough to blow anything of beauty away until it crashes into the foothills of the mountains. This is what made them look so lush and inviting. The lush… Continue reading Two Pancakes. Nothing More.
Sexy at Fifty-Seven
Sexy at fifty-seven is skinny dipping under the light of a half-awakened moon. Bright enough to see my way safely down to the beach but dark enough my silhouette is not exposed. Not shy or unabashed, I simply walked to the shore, disrobed, and quickly tiptoed into the crisp waters of Lake Huron, hidden under… Continue reading Sexy at Fifty-Seven
Game Changer
Imogene was beginning to feel like the old blowup clown she got from her grandparents for Christmas when she was seven. It stood three feet tall and every time she punched the balloon clown it would fall back only to pop right back up for more abuse. Imogene sometimes marveled at her resilience to take… Continue reading Game Changer
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