Bob stood at the bus stop and watched Joe enter the house at the end of the street. Joe was a good guy; they had shared a few laughs on the night shift, but over time Bob had become suspicious of Joe. He never joined in noshing at the food table when it was someone’s birthday and he never had a piece of birthday cake. Who didn’t eat birthday cake? ( Read more... )

My backyard has a garden. At least, it did ( Read more... )

Since I got booted yesterday, I've been trying to decide if I was going to try to re-enter via LCI, or reclaim that couple of hours a week.

Obviously, I am a glutton for punishment.

School, Scouts, mandatory overtime at Work..... yup, I'm still joining in anyway.

Wheeee!!!

Laz.

The sun rose over a placid ocean. The waves still broke over the sands, but softly, as if in deference to Kara’s morning-after-head. Somehow, she’d fallen asleep on the hammock on the dock. She held the pillow over her face to block the light of the evil day star and wondered if she mightn’t smother herself while she already had it there ( Read more... )

The lights filtered through the liquid in Kara’s glass, the bubbles sparkling as they caught the light. The length of time this held her attention was a pretty decent measure of how much alcohol she had in her. The more alcohol, the more the pretty sparkling bubbles drew her in. And while everyone had been saying goodbye to their friends and family ( Read more... )

This is an intersection with agirlnamedluna, see her part of the story here. (She suggests you read mine first - so do I, honestly ( Read more... )

Kara took slow steps across the sick bay. The muscles in her hip protested as she forced them to move and, had anyone been watching, the grimace on her face would have made it clear how much effort the movement was costing her. Not that she would have been allowed to walk around if anyone had been watching her. She was sure that was part of the ( Read more... )

“Dr. Engles?” Dr. Joy Velasquez stood in the doorway looking at Don Engles. The assumption was easy to make, since he was the only person in the lobby aside from the receptionist ( Read more... )

Kara tossed the thick report down on Dr. Hiller’s desk. She grabbed the nearest chair, turned it around backwards and plopped down into it ( Read more... )

This is part of a continuing story. In chronological order, the stories are:
Week 5, Week 9, Week 11, Week 4, week 12, Week 7, this week, Week 8, and Week 6 ( Week 15 kind of wraps around Week 6)Kara stood on her raft, watching Keelie dance around her in the water. Her laughter carried across the water as Keelie jumped over the raft, and her, ( Read more... )