Her puzzlement grew as they walked closer to her apartment. She’d expected that he might call a cab to go to his place after his words about sitting by a tree. Yet he continued walking down the sidewalk, turning onto her street, and saying nothing. Well, if his idea of a tree is a spider…
As Christmas approached, Emma found herself ever busier at the diner. One of the waitresses slipped and fractured her leg, and Millie couldn’t find anyone to cover, so everyone worked extra hours. Luke was deep in his novel when he wasn’t driving the carriage, and their time was limited, although he made a point of…
Emma was too busy to reflect on her day with Luke, although she wanted to. Those kisses, she thought, bore particular reflecting. She smiled at herself. What’s gotten into you? Even she knew the answer: Luke. The bulk of the shift flew by as Emma, Millie, and the other two waitresses dealt with the crowd….
The next day, Luke arrived early at the stable and began hitching up the horses. He’d done it so often that he was able to let his thoughts wander, and they wandered to Emma. What would she say, he wondered. What would he tell her about himself? He’d been distracted ever since he’d proposed they…
A week later, the diner was busy and one of the other waitresses was sick, so Emma came in early to help. She hadn’t minded; since her day with Luke, she’d been in a wonderful mood. They’d gone out for a little while before her shift today, and he’d kissed her before saying good-bye. A…
“What’d you tell him?” Millie jerked her head in Sol’s direction. “Looked like he might jump over the table for that salt.” Emma reached for the coffee carafe. “I told him you put extra salt in the hash browns.” “Good one!” Millie laughed, almost a cackle, and patted Emma’s arm. “And he believed you!” Emma…
Horses in the City © 2010 All rights reserved Prologue “Emma, what are you talking about?” Lila Hutchins stared at her sister, unable to comprehend what she’d just heard. They were at a Christmas party but Lila barely registered the lights, the decorations, or the songs. Emma’s words had blocked everything else out. “Just what…
My last fantasy: I wish I were Marcos Raquel was a 34 yo Spanish woman. She has been married for 16 years now while her husband was 40, a sterile guy, so they don’t have any kids or progeny; they’ve been a happy couple though. Passion has cooled off between them by lack of enthusiasm…
HANDLING THINGS IN THE PARKby Rumple Foreskin note: This is not a work of fiction. Only the names have been changed to protect the author from divorce lawyers and/or para-medics. It was a seductively beautiful Sunday afternoon in Central Park. Around the edge of a small, remote meadow, leaf covered trees, their limbs swaying gently…
This story I’m about to tell you happened 6 years ago as I was attending college. I’m 25 years old now. I used to share a flat with my roommate at the time, I reckon 3 or 4 years elder. The fact this boy wasn’t a student at all, just somebody who worked, an employee…