The Lonely Ladies: Chapter 7

Miranda winced when Carla delivered Stephen’s message. She knew that Stephen was angry about her absences over the past few weeks, but “knuckling under” to Stephen’s cave-man tactics, even for the sake of marital peace, didn’t come easily to her. It struck her as ridiculous that she was always the one to do the ( Read more... )

The Lonely Ladies: Chapter 6

The long weekend in the country with the twins and Patricia had been a much needed break from the stress at work for Miranda, and the girls reveled in her undivided attention. They took long walks with Patricia, and tried to stop her from chasing squirrels. They went to the local pond and fed the ducks, and tried to ( Read more... )

White is the Color (of my true love's hair)

n.b. This is set a few months after the movie-Nate is in Boston, Andy’s “out” of the closet, and she’s still friends with Lily and Douglas. Andy without friends would be a pathetic Andy, and I don’t like to think about desperation driving Andrea to Miranda

Andy spotted her friends at a table in the back ( Read more... )

The Lonely Ladies: Chapter 5

When the alarm rang at five a.m. the next morning, Miranda slept through it; luckily, for once, Stephen was lying next to her and actually shook her awake with a grumpy comment about dawn’s crack. Even after she opened her eyes, it took Miranda a few moments to realize where she was and what day it was, as she had been ( Read more... )

Chapter 4: The Lonely Ladies

Miranda looked up from the Polaroids on her desk and leaned back in her chair. It was late and her eyes were beginning to go blurry from focusing too hard. She closed them and gingerly rolled her shoulder. The trip to the chiropractor--after firing her masseuse for pure uselessness- had helped considerably, but it still ( Read more... )

The Lonely Ladies: Chapter 3

Andy walked into the bar and stood by the entrance, trying to let her eyes adjust to the dimness before trying to scan the room for her friends. Blackguard’s was kind of a dive bar--actually it had seen its heyday as a dive come and go back in the 1970’s, along with any semblance of customer service--but the beer was ( Read more... )

Miranda waited patiently in the closet until she was sure that Andrea had left the building. It wouldn't do for the girl to know that she'd been discovered in the midst of her treachery. The extra time allowed Miranda to focus instead on the more important issue of how she would handle the Daniel Brown plagiarism case: She went through the rest ( Read more... )

Miranda was in the back of the closet, flicking through what seemed to be the millionth rack of clothing that night, growing frustrated, tired, and angry with herself. She was looking for an evening gown she remembered from either fall of 1978 or spring of 1979. She had a fantastic memory for clothing (for everything really, it was a near ( Read more... )

Just about now I'm planning on posting some fiction, but first I need to see if I can get the body of the material saved with either html or rich text.

I've only ever used 'Adobe' before, so this should be either an adventure or proof of my Luddite tendancies.

Rbt