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Last night The urge to pee forced him to get out of bed. His entire body ached. Where was she? She wasn’t in the bed with him. After he painfully went to the bathroom, he went back to the bedroom, there she sat in the bed. “How are you feeling?” She smiled at him. “WhatContinue reading “Winter Season”

Week one The first week of testing was over. Oscar was a dead dog when he crawled into his SUV after work. He picked up his phone to see that he had a text from Esther. Call me on your way home. Hope you had a great day. Love Ess He sat in the parkingContinue reading “Winter Season”

Live in a cave? “When we get married, where do you want to live?” Oscar asked. Esther was curled up in his lap as they sat on her back porch watching a storm roll in. “I’ve not given it any thought.” He held her a little tighter. “I could move in here with you.” “CouldContinue reading “Winter Season”

The fall? If you read my work, you might be scratching your head thinking, ‘I read this’. You did. I got out of order. Sorry about this. The other post has been deleted so that we can keep the story in order. The fall? Two weeks after she had been shot, the wounds were almostContinue reading “Winter Season”

A million things There were a million things going through Oscar’s head. Was this really his family? Did they really do this? Why? Why did they shoot into his house? Did they know they would hit Esther? Or him? What if they would have killed her? Was it to scare him? To let him knowContinue reading “Winter Season”

Bang “Honey, you are doin’ a fine job.” “You’re the teacher.” “Yes I am and you’re doin’ a fine job.” She giggled, “a little modest are we?” she said as she wrapped her arms around his waist squeezing his butt. He grinned, “I am a good teacher. Why be modest about that?” She had herContinue reading “Winter Season”

“Are you testing my propriety, sir?” After Chet left, Oscar stood and extended his hands for Esther. She accepted them and he led her to the bedroom. His bedroom. Even though he was wearing his standard pj’s; a pair of athletic pants with a panther on them (the high school mascot) and a tee shirt;Continue reading “Winter Season”

Everything I do is wrong Oscar was going through the motions of getting ready for bed but Esther wasn’t sure that he knew they were really happening. The doorbell rang. “Do you want me to get that?” Esther asked him. “Sure.” Did he say it or did he dream that he said it? He mustContinue reading “Winter Season”

Text, text, text…… Since the time his mother called, he had turned off his phone. Esther was in the kitchen heating up some leftovers. “Look at this.” Oscar laid his phone on the table. He had ten missed calls from her, three from his sister-in-law, five from Doris (as if he would even call DorisContinue reading “Winter Season”