The call turned out to be a trash can fire started by a stray cigarette butt; soon enough, they were back at the station and cleaning up the equipment. Becka was thankfully gone, but she left a note on his locker with her cell phone number. Paul grimaced as he removed it and stuck it on the inside of the locker door.
They had gone on a few movie dates in high school, but once he had met his late wife, who transferred to their school in their senior year, he never thought of another woman. He still didn’t; in spite of his promise to himself to keep an open mind, he just wasn’t interested.
However, at the end of shift, the thought of having dinner alone lacked appeal, so after he packed up his gear, he decided to give her a call. Read the rest of this entry
After Millie left, Vivian sighed as she relaxed in her favorite chair, and leaned against the crocheted antimacassar. She enjoyed the success they had in Atlantic City, but she wanted something more in her life than coming home with some extra pin money.
“I wonder if I should get a dog?” she mused out loud. Her one worry was that, at her advanced age, she may outlive the poor thing and leave it orphaned in the world. Then she shook off such maudlin thoughts as a momentary lapse. Read the rest of this entry
By tacit agreement, they decided to spend the night lightly. They chatted about inconsequential things, occasionally acknowledging someone that Melissa or Nick knew. Before they were aware of it, the party was winding down. Melissa was plastered against Nick on the dance floor, their bodies easily swaying to the soft, slow dance. Nick’s warm hand was softly rubbing along her spine, up to her neck, and back. The band announced the final song of the evening and Melissa looked up at Nick. Read the rest of this entry
Before Nick could do more than turn, Melissa was pulled up from the picnic table and enveloped in a perfumed whirlwind. A tall, attractive blonde in a white lab coat was hugging Melissa, who patted the back of her friend with a sardonic expression on her face. Read the rest of this entry
Christine hummed as she rinsed vegetables in sink. These were the last of the tomatoes and green peppers from the garden; the fall days were getting cooler and soon the maple leaves outside the kitchen window would change into their brief but glorious burst of color. She collected the makings of a couple of sandwiches, and carried it to the table. Read the rest of this entry
The weekend was finally approaching, and Paul was finishing several earnings reports when his office phone rang.
“You may not know this,” her grandfather began in a quiet tone, “but I was quite the good-looking kid during the War. I met your grandmother after VE Day, when we were all finally sent home. Before that, though, I had a girl here in Richmond. Her name was Vivian, and her family owned a dry goods store over on Centreville Rd, near the library. We went steady through high school, so I guess you can say we were high school sweethearts.” Read the rest of this entry