Journey To My Past

Grandfather James traveled to Virginia with his kinsman Lord de la Warr in 1610.  He founded the Shelton family of America in Virginia.  My 10th great grandfather James was a resident of Jamestown, Virginia in 1620.  He married my 10th great grandmother, Anne Herbert while he was still in England.  My 10th Shelton great grandparents had 10 children.  Their son Thomas became my 9th great grandfather.  Great grandfather James Shelton, was a member of the first courts in Jamestown.  He served as a member from……

The Exile

Fallon had led him to the nearest cafe, bought him coffee, sat him down. ‘So, fella, tell me everything.’

So he did.

Fallon had sipped his coffee, listened in silence. Then…..




~ Glue

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he motioned me to come closer. When I did, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and legs around my waist. “Wanna fuck?”

My mouth fell open at his brazen statement and, assuming it to be an invitation, he…..




“I Dare You To Love Me”

“Thanks.” I took a few steps forward but then paused, my eyes scanning the washed out walls of our cafeteria. They had been the same puke green color since I was a freshman. Even when I was student body president, I’d never cared enough to change it. “Hey, Alisha.”

She swiveled around to look at me, her face lighting up with hope.

“The walls could use a spruce. Maybe a darker green?”

Alisha did a little turn, her dark ponytail bouncing as she surveyed the whole room. She was nodding when she faced me again. “Dark green would look perfect! Thanks!” Then she hurried off to her lunch table, calling, “Tony!”




Quinten leaned back against the headrest of his car as he drove in route to the airport. Roy, his bodyguard, sat at his side unsure of why his friend and employer would put himself through this. Most guys would turn the station if their soon-to-be ex-wife were on the radio singing about how bad he had made her feel. Quinten, though, wasn’t like that. He didn’t want to run away from what he had done and being a musician himself he understood that writing about the pain could sometimes soften the blow. He encouraged it. “I don’t believe that, man.” Roy spoke up, deciding that he would like to debate the lyrics of the song since he could tell that Quinten was hashing and rehashing them inside of his head anyway. “You don’t believe what?” “The part about her saying…..




I glance around, see what looks like a chute descending from my ledge to the cave floor. Settling on its smooth surface, I slide down to the bottom. I rise and, staring fascinated at the traceries of light on the walls, I move closer to the pool. The threads of blue light on the walls mingle with the water trickling over them to become works of sculptural beauty beyond imagination.

The white spots I saw from above are, in fact, huge white flowers, their gracefully arched petals as big as a phril’s head. I lean out over the pool for a closer look. Surprised, I realize the petals are covered in fur, a thick down of gleaming white, soft as silk. The corolla of one is filled with a red liquid and I notice that a reddish net of veins runs across the petals.



‘Another Time’

He offered a leering grin, and though she tried, she couldn’t suppress an answering smile. What was it about this man? “Come on, wife. I know you’re tired.” At those words weariness overtook her, and Dee allowed him to pull her to her feet to finish unbuttoning her blouse. Dusty started to strip, then stopped, wide-eyed. “I wasn’t exactly planning to jump you, but we don’t have any protection.” “Good Lord. I wonder what they use for condoms in this era. I’ve never investigated the history of . . . At least we don’t have to worry about pregnancy.”



‘Train to the Edge of the Moon’

That girl with no name had Punk on the beach. When they were finished, Punk noticed a shadow of Puzzle standing paralyzed and watching her with the glitters of pain in her eyes. How long was she there? Was this mission accomplished? Puzzle came closer.

“You think I don’t know what you did?” Her attempt to stay indifferent crashed violently into the wall of her own affection.

“Frankly, you do. Since when you’re playing in a Peeping Tom?” Punk gave her a harsh laughter.

“I’m not going anywhere, but I won’t be your mattress whore either.”

“You thought I was a lost puppy that needed to be saved? Maybe I’m just evil,” a cruel smirk appeared on Punk’s face.

“I can see you…”



‘Long Shot’

‘Yes, that’s me but…..I thought you had to… son does it on the internet now.’ She really did seem confused. He needed to gain her confidence.

‘We decided to give a better customer service by going back to the old days of reading the meters. It’s less messing around. It only takes a minute.’

‘That’s what I said to my Robert. We never had any bother back in my day. Hang on then.’ She shut the door then there was the sound of a security chain being slid to the side. The door opened and he was invited inside. He looked at her face contort as she tried to focus on the large white van parked outside but she was clearly at a loss without her glasses on.

‘Where is your meter?’ he asked as he walked into the lounge. He heard the door shut behind him and he knelt down ready to open his toolbox.



‘The Silent Corner’

Sampson fixed her with his limpid, liquid gaze. Not for the first time, Jane felt that horses, like dogs, with their heightened five senses – or even with a sixth – could read people far better than people could read them. In the stallion’s dark and steady stare, there seemed to be an awareness of the fear she denied and of her double grief at the loss of a husband and the necessary separation from this child.