I kept telling him that he was too young for me although I was extremely attracted to him but he persisted and that made me feel good. The way he looked at me made me shiver with delight. He was a fine specimen and I was tempted to take him up on his offer which… Read More Dinner with Terrell
It was his first night in Nairobi. He had arrived in the morning. It was the fastest flight from Hong Kong and it took 14 hours. As soon as he got to the fully furnished apartment which was enormous and immaculate, he stripped and took a shower. Feeling refreshed, he wandered from room to room,… Read More In Nairobi
I worked all of my life. Didn’t have time for friends, family—people in general. I never married nor had children. I was married to my work. For years, I toiled. There seemed to be no end to it and yet, I wasn’t satisfied or content. If only I had stopped and asked myself, “For whom… Read More A Toilsome Life
The raven, sleek and black, has always been depicted as a bird of ill omen, death and evil. Yet, we see a different picture of this bird in the Bible. God used ravens to feed his prophet, Elijah during the famine in Israel. He sent Elijah to Kerith brook, east of the Jordan, instructing him,… Read More The Raven
Everyone tells me that I ought to let go of my antipathy for my ex-husband’s new wife but I just can’t. She’s everything I’m not—young, beautiful, glamorous and slim. 30 Words This was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.
It wasn’t something I expected to happen but when she walked into my classroom on that first day of the Fall Term, I fell. Imagine, a man my age falling for a girl young enough to be my daughter. I tried my very best not to do anything about it but I’m not impervious to… Read More A Tight Spot
“I love the way you play,” he said. I smiled, flattered. “Thank you.” We were standing backstage at Carnegie Hall. I had invited him to the performance and was thrilled that he actually came. “The way you played that piece it was as if you were telling a story. You had me hooked.” “Joshua Bell,… Read More Heartstrings
Woe to those who rise early in the morning, that they may run after strong drink, who tarry late into the evening as wine inflames them! – Isaiah 5:11 “What are you doing here?” His breath reeked of alcohol. He was on the floor, his hair disheveled, the empty glass lying beside him. “Go away,”… Read More Colton’s Problem
The arias which always helped him to relax and enjoy his evenings did nothing to quell the uneasiness plaguing him. He switched off the radio and the silence which followed was a painful reminder that he was alone. It was near mid-night and she wasn’t home as yet. Where on earth could she be? He… Read More A Father’s Wish
“What’s the matter, Honey?” Ralph Forrester asked six year old Janet as she lay there in bed, crying. He was there to read to read her a bedtime story as usual and was surprised to find her in her present state. When he sat down on the bed, she sat up and hugged him. He… Read More The Orphan
Notes to Women 