The minister finished the eulogy. Quiet, soft piano music faded up and filled the hush. A low electronic hum started, the wheels of the conveyor gradually turning. He was supposed to have protected him. That was his job, to be the rock, the guardian against all that the world could throw at them. He had … Continue reading THE GUARDIAN
They called it a victory. It didn't feel like a victory to him. He had seen to much to call it a victory. The bombed-out buildings; the fighting; the gunshots; the gas; the bombs; the dead bodies; the dead soldiers, theirs and his own comrades; the bloodshed; the injured; the children crying in the streets; … Continue reading THE WAY ACROSS THE WATER
The monster haunted her every dream. A giant, ten-feet high, with blue glowing eyes and long willowy tendrils. It came for her through the fire and smoke, a vision of Hell surrounded by the dead. She knew why it came for her. It knew she was vulnerable, a victim, an easy target that it could … Continue reading EVE
'We'll always have Paris.' Yeah, right. Now look at those memories: faded, crumpled and tossed in the dumpster. She was just like all the rest of those broads, dames and dolls. As soon as she had stepped on that plane she had forgotten about me. Back to her old life, her passionless marriage of convenience. … Continue reading WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS
A carpet of bluebells heralded the spring, rebirth and growth surrounded them. They lay among the flowers in the sunlight that blazed through the forest canopy, enjoying the intimate closeness of their bodies next to each other. 'I've missed this,' the girl murmured, her hands roaming across his chest and stomach. 'Me too,' the boy … Continue reading THE LAST BELL TOLLS
