Fifth Time’s a Charm?

I stand at the pier in Barcelona, waiting to board. In my luggage I have my essential essentials and worn out wigs. It's a balmy evening and I'm set to go on the Heart Escapades cruise. This is my fifth time going on a cruise for singles. Maybe this time around I will get lucky …

Christmas in Rome

She couldn't believe that they were in Rome. They arrived yesterday morning, came straight to the hotel, showered, changed and went sightseeing after having breakfast. They visited St. Peter's Square to see the giant Christmas tree and the Piazza Navona Christmas Market where they sold all kinds of Christmas sweets, toys, nativity figures, decorations, and …

Elna Mentions the Photo

"Yesterday morning, I saw an old photo of your Czech girlfriend and you." He looked surprised. "Where did you see a photo of Eliška and me?" he asked. "Elvira showed it to me. Her sister, Madeline had it among other old photos. She and your girlfriend are friends." "Ex-girlfriend. Eliška and I dated and broke …

It Got Personal

After he finished saying his prayers, he left the church. It was another beautiful evening and he smiled as he made his way across the field. Clara was already there. "Hello," he said. She smiled. "Hello. Here's the book," she said, handing it to him. "And I brought a couple of unused Bibles." She showed …

The Cad Meets His Match

My affair with Noémie is over. I ended it a week ago. She wanted more than I was willing to give. I'm throwing my annual summer ball. I watch the guests milling about, searching for the woman who will replace Noémie. And there she is standing alone in a very colorful mermaid dress which flatters …

Going Away

"You're going away? For how long?" "For three weeks." "Where are you going?" "New York, Milan and Paris." "You'll be gone for three weeks." Three weeks seemed like a long time to me. It was hard not seeing her for a day, much less three weeks. What was I going to do when she was …

Cold Feet

It was her wedding day. In twenty minutes, she would be walking down the aisle on her uncle's arm because her father had died three years ago. Theo would be standing at the altar, looking good in his wedding tuxedo. Theo was a wonderful man. He would be a terrific husband and father. She had …

Taahira’s Story

People stare at me because of the tribal marks on my face.  I wish I never had them.  I wish I knew what I looked like without them.  Before I left Nigeria, I asked my mother about them.  She said that she and my father were merely upholding traditional practices. I wished that I was …

Makena’s Story

I'm an only child.  I was 12 years old when my mother died.  My father was devastated.  A Catholic priest told him that I would be better off living in an Italian orphanage where I would have a good Christian education.  The father believed him because he was a priest.  He was a missionary sent …

Sophia’s Secret

My name is Sophia.  I have been living with a secret since I was eight.  It's a shameful thing and every-time I think about it, I feel sick and I wish I could curl up and just die.  No one at school knows but I keep wondering if they could tell just by looking at …

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