“What? You’ve got to be kidding. Read it again. There’s a major mistake nesting in that paperwork.” As an university research librarian, speaking quietly is a keenly honed librarian characteristic. Yet here I was creating decibel havoc in a lawyer’s office. “It’s stated quite clearly, Ms Payton. Of course you don’t have to accept. However as it stands now, the… [read more]
Wild Goose On The Fly—-The Highest Bidder Part 6
The bartender handed Ellis her drink. “Fantastic. It looks like an elegant pink slushy.” She took a sip. “Heavenly. I can hear the angels playing their harps.” As Ellis turned to leave, she glanced over to her nemesis. He and the woman in grey satin were whispering furiously. Ellis threaded through the crowd back to the table. On the table were… [read more]
Wild Goose On The Fly—-The Highest Bidder Part 5
There was a small crowd of men in tuxedos in front of the open bar, where three bartenders were mixing and pouring drinks with high flying showmanship and zany banter. Most of the men served were carrying two drinks back to their tables. Ellis sighed. Maybe I should buy myself a slave man. At least for one night I would have a male doing… [read more]
Wild Goose On The Fly—-The Highest Bidder Part 4
Ellis speared the last bite of chicken on her plate, lavishly coating it in a puddle of sauce before eating it. “Okay Renie, you win one point for this evening, but only one mind you. Don’t get cocky on me. The food has been extraordinary for a banquet function.” Renie raised one eyebrow. “At five hundred dollars a plate,… [read more]
Wild Goose On The Fly—-The Highest Bidder Part 3
“Renie, the only way I would wear a skirt this short is if I wore my bicycle shorts under it. Which I may add wouldn’t work, because this skirt is shorter than my shorts,” said Ellis tugging on the bottom edge of a hot purple mini skirt. “Ellis you have great legs. Let somebody see them.”… [read more]
Wild Goose On The Fly—Highest Bidder Part 2
When Tate opened the door of the Bengal Tiger Indian restaurant, wafts of turmeric and coriander delighted his senses. He spied his mother sitting in one of the booths squinting at the menu. Tate slid into the booth and said, ” Okay what’s up?” “What kind of a greeting is that? Can’t a mother merely desire… [read more]
Wild Goose On The Fly—-Highest Bidder Part 1
I did something a little different this time in regard to featuring another blogger’s recipes. I asked Amy at Savory Moments to randomly supply me with three recipes. Then as a challenge I allowed the recipes to be my creative driver for a story. It turned out to be FUN. This is loosely based on a true… [read more]
Cookies Make Fairy Tales Come True
Once upon a time in a busy busy city in a high high building there was a young woman who worked in the secretarial pool of an important—or so they considered themselves—corporation. Candidates were fished from this pool, when a position opened for executive secretary, administrative assistant or even some management positions. You’ve have heard the… [read more]
Wild Goose On The Fly—Scones & a Confession The End
By now the kittens were waiting for me, albeit at a distance. Even though it smacks of personification, I think the babies not only looked forward to the treats I brought, but were snickering at the antics of this human crawling around on her belly and making rather odd noises. Also I did wonder what… [read more]
Wild Goose On The Fly—-Scones & A Confession Part 2
Wild Goose on the Fly—–Reality? Imagination? A Tantalizing Mix of Both? The following morning steeped in my 1950’s best mother mode, I prepared an eggs benedict casserole breakfast to send my family off to work and school. The deliciousness of the surprise eradicated any suspicion that might have arisen as to why such a dish appeared on… [read more]