It had been six months since my wife died. I had been devastated, at her loss, but life must go on. I finally started to circulate and go to some community events. The church I attended had a picnic and I was lonely so I went. The entire event was rather boring and I walked around looking at the various booths. Then I saw the young boy who owned the house next to me. We had chatted a few times and he had told me that his parents had been killed in a plane crash last year and he now owned the house and lived there alone. Bobby was playing gin rummy at the card booth and I stopped and watched the game. He happened to look up and see me and his face turned into a great big smile. I sat and watched until he was done.

Sweetie

by Sean Obyrne

Finally the day has come. Here I sit at the airport waiting for his plane. The

long wait is almost over. We met in a chat room and after months of correspondence

My Funny Androgyne

 © 2005 by Nom de Plume

What will Donna Mae Trix get her girlfriend for Valentine’s Day? Could a cruise be the cure for the wintertime blues? The continuing misadventures of Miss Anne Thrope, by the author of The Jessica Project.

The Deception of Choice

by Fleurie 

Part 6

Chapter 15.

David rejoined the waiting group of girls. He saw their faces expectant, anxious for his news.

Some light is cast onto the general background, but not enough to provide real illumination. And, alas, none appears at the end of the tunnel for David.

Indeed it is generally a rather dark episode; with nothing in it to provide comfort for those who enjoy a happy ending. Although I suppose such depends on your point of view and where your sympathies lie. With the Foundation or with David?