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(6 votes, average: 3.5 out of 5)
Loading …Chief Harry approached his small red office, and frowned. He saw no smoke rising from the chimney, so again his Deputy fell asleep and didn’t properly stoke the fire. Now Harry would have to endure needless cold which his old bones would protest. He daily considered moving to warmer climates, like most his age did. Florida, or Arizona, or someplace like that. The wilderness of Alaska was for the younger folk. Deep inside, Harry knew he’d never leave, except when the time came, in a pine box.
Slamming the door closed made Kurt startle and snap out of his dream. A small stream of drool ran down one sleeve. “Oh! Chief. Is it seven already?” He tried to wipe the moisture from his arm and crust from his eyes discreetly.
Harry didn’t reply, he just got to work on the next brew of coffee. After that he’d see to getting a fire going again. He just waited for the night’s report.
(4 votes, average: 4 out of 5) Loading …Looking back on it after ten years, I think my mother is responsible for my first kiss.
Not in too immediate a fashion. She didn’t point me at the girl and say “Now slip her the tongue, show her some of that Fitzpatrick moxie!” But not in too removed a fashion either. I don’t mean it in the cosmic way, in the “if my mother never had me and raised me, I never would have been alive to have kissed that girl… whoa, man, that’s deep” way, either.
However, in an intermediate fashion, she was responsible, and sometimes, late at night, I wonder what would have happened, what my life would have been like, if my mother wasn’t so pushy and talkative.
(5 votes, average: 3.2 out of 5) Loading …“Jimmy!”
“What?”
“I think that the main slipstream, um, slipped.”
Jimmy turned a perplexed face to his brother. “Huh?”
“Didn’t you say we were going to the mountains?”
“Of course. Why?”
“Well, maybe you should look outside.”
It was dark out. At first, Jimmy couldn’t see anything. But he heard something unexpected. Waves. Right under the window. And that smell - something very fresh, like fresh… dead fish! The smell fishermen left at the dock after cleaning their catch. The smell of the stuff they threw back in.
This was definitely not the mountains!
(4 votes, average: 2.75 out of 5) Loading …She loved these early mornings. His tender backrubs, as the light crept slowly in the room from the rising sun. His touch on her back in this loving manner was one of the most sensual things she loved about him. She knew they had to get up soon, but for now she just stretched, yawned, feeling the touch of his hands as they caressed her most stressful points.
“I got you a present, sweetie, ” he purred.
She knew what he probably meant. He was a lovable man, but certainly had a one track mind. That was okay, today she was feeling it too. “I’m sure you do, honey”, she chuckled as she tried turning toward him. But he held her there in his arms.
(4 votes, average: 3.75 out of 5) Loading …There was the red shack – exactly as he described it in his letters. He warned me that time had not been kind to him. “The sea can be brutal.” He wrote. “You’re not going to recognize me as kin, I’m afraid. Maybe, if I shave by the time you see me, I might be mistaken as human.” There was the self-deprecating wit that my father spoke of. “But I doubt if I’ll be alive by the time you come. The hornets are after me.” And that was the end of his last letter.
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