I do the dishes—this is our deal. When one person cooks, the other does the dishes. Consequently, I do a lot of dishes around the house. I am more than happy to do that in payment for the fabulous meals that Paris cooks for me. After the kitchen is clean, I start making the cakes. … Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter three, part one
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, I’m being gently shaken awake. I stubbornly cling to the remnants of my lovely dream where I am having sex with a very alive Moira in so many creative positions. I am just making her come for the third time when I finally emerge… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter two, part four
“You’re next,” Inspector Robinson breaks into my reverie and nods at me. I hop up with a start, nearly choking on my water. I set down the glass and follow her, leaving a dejected Max to grapple with Officer Clark. We settle on couches opposite each other, and she pulls out a notebook. “What is… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter two, part three
“Hello? Paris here.” He has one of those phones where a person standing near by can hear almost everything the other person says. “Oh –y God, Pa—s. It’s Ma—………..looking for Moira…….broke down the door….she’s de—. You have to…….right now!” “Max, calm down. Are you sure about that?” Paris looks concerned as he cradles the phone… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter two, part two
“I’m telling you, she’s the best art teacher there is. She knows everything!” A young woman in her early twenties with ratted dyed black hair and heavy raccoon eyes gushes to her friend who is so nondescript, I barely notice her. “If Moira says it’s true, then it is.” “That’s bullshit, Brenda,” the other woman… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter two, part one
“Max, baby, who is this?” The woman is talking to Max, but looking at me. There is something oddly familiar about her, but I can’t believe that I would have forgotten this woman if I’d ever met her. “Moira, this is my trainer, Paris—you remember him, and his friend, Rayne. Paris, Rayne, this is Moira,… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter one, part two
Over the years, our friendship has been forged through fire as well as through happiness. He was there for me when my father died in a car accident. A drunk driver plowed into my father’s car at three in the afternoon. The driver had eight previous DWIs, but hadn’t spent any real time in jail. … Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade: chapter one, part one
Ed. Note: I wrote this nearly twenty years ago while I was getting my MA in Writing & Consciousness in San Francisco. It’s the first of a trilogy, and I had a lot of fun writing it. Let’s see how well it’s aged, shall we? “Rayne, we have got to get up out of here!” Paris… Continue Reading
Parental Deception; chapter fifteen
“Ms. Liang? I’m Connie Wang.” A slim, but shapely Taiwanese woman holds out her hand as she approaches the table I’m seated at. She’s looks to be about my age, although I know she’s a good ten years older. Her determinedly black hair is carefully crimped and swept in a knot at the back of… Continue Reading
Parental Deception; chapter fourteen; part three
“Mrrreow!” Onyx launches herself at me as soon as I walk in the door to Rembrandt’s house, and I catch her without dropping anything. Jet head-butts my shins repeatedly as I cradle Onyx to my chest. I carry her into the kitchen, dropping my weapon bag along the way. Jet trots behind us, his tail… Continue Reading