The Cover of a Book by Bill Tope
The Cover of a Book by Bill Tope “What are you even doing with this man?” Annie asked of her sister. Karen sighed. Two years younger than her sibling, she was used to being...
romance
Just What I Needed… by J.D. Fratto
Just What I Needed… by J.D. Fratto I walk in at 7:15: later than usual and Tara’s still not home; not in the kitchen, the TV room, the bedroom; not even the back yard....
Taking Rosie Home by Bill Tope
Taking Rosie Home by Bill Tope After she had spent the last thirty-six hours with her sister and me, and Sunday morning had finally come round, it was time to take Rosie home. She...
Glen by Bill Tope
Glen by Bill Tope “He is drop-dead gorgeous,” remarked an otherwise erudite woman of my acquaintance. Physically, the man was a cross between Jim Morrison and a young Jackson Browne. “He undresses you with...
Maddie by Bill Tope
Maddie by Bill Tope Maddie worked as a customer service rep. for Sears and at work, no one knew that she was a lesbian, or so she thought. It’s not that she was ashamed...
Inamorato by Bill Tope
Inamorato by Bill Tope David Rendle was an enigma. At six feet, two inches tall and a lanky 210 pounds, he cut a handsome figure. Some admiring ladies described his features as “chiseled” or...
Lawrence and Molly by Frederick K Foote
Editor’s Note: This love story is told from different points of view (POV), depicting the views of the characters in the story. We hope you are able to follow it through to the end....
Angel by Leonard Henry Scott
Angel by Leonard Henry Scott The curtains moved. Sometimes deep in the center of night, in the grim smothering darkness of a closed and curtained room, the eyes play tricks. There had been...
Rain by Frederick K Foote
Rain by Frederick K Foote “Odell, what’re you doing standing there by the window like a statue?” “It’s raining, Maud. I checked the weather report last night and this morning. There was nothing about...
What’s Next? by J.D. Fratto
What’s Next? by J.D. Fratto The street is more uphill than I had anticipated. No matter; walking is what I do. About five yards behind me are two chatty ‘Twenty Somethings’. The brunette is...