The morning sound carried the hum of the crashing waves; the tranquil roar was peaceful yet still provided an underlining force. The gulls swooped the shore line, cackling as they swooped the sand crabs, dropping them on the harsh sand surface below; to crack their shells and feasting on their meat. In the distant ocean … Continue reading The Morning World
He got up from his chair and walked toward her. He looked into her tear-filled eyes and stared. His hands on her shoulders, gently stroking and rubbing them in the soft, deliberate manner he always had. He could not muster the strength to tell her exactly how he felt as he knew that would hurt her … Continue reading What Do You Think About? Part 3
“I can’t believe you’d actually invite me over again,” he said entering through her doorway after their awkward kiss hello. “Just come in,” she said looking downward away from his eyes. The room was dark. Not well lit, but well decorated. She always had good taste and was a fine decorator. “Like what you’ve done … Continue reading Our Love Story
It’s the crack of the bat, the cheer of the crowd. It’s the sounds of baseball bristling around. It’s the chatter of the fans, and the pop of a mitt. It’s the sounds of baseball that’s gathered everyone in town. The scent of a hot dog, and the taste of a cold beer. It’s the … Continue reading The Sounds of The Game
He sat in the rocking chair and thought. He thought of how they had met on that St. Patrick's Day night so many years ago. He tried desperately to meet her but she wouldn't bite on any of his lines. Throughout the entire night she would smile across the room at him and he would eventually … Continue reading What Do You Think About? Part 2
I sit. I sit and I stare. I watch her as she sleeps. Does she know me? Does she know the man I am?Does she dream of me? Does she wonder or care? I watch her sleep and I stare. My love, my desire, my passion grows with each breath she takes. My heart races with … Continue reading I Sit and I Stare
The irony of their whereabouts began to strike him. This was the same kitchen he told her he loved her all those many months ago. But it was also the same kitchen where he immediately realized that he didn’t mean it. “What are we doing?” She asked with complete exasperation. “Do you love me or … Continue reading What Do You Think About?
As I mentioned on my profile page, I have always wanted to write my memoirs. The stories that I am going to layout are one piece fiction and one piece nonfiction - more on that in a bit. I once read that a good writer is also a good story-teller. I think that describes me … Continue reading A Little Fiction, A Little Nonfiction