I’d like to thank both Kymmie Lorain for her help with Air Force protocol and ideas surrounding the Kawasaki Biplane. As always, I thank Malady for help beta reading and editing.

– Rosemary

Chapter 4

September 3^rd, 2021

12:03 PM

Somewhere in the confusion, Julie Smith had conveyed who Margot was to the EMTs, and they took her to the Air Force hospital. A few minutes after they arrived, Julie and Chet pulled into the emergency parking. The car had barely stopped when Chet threw open his door and hurried in. He stopped at the counter, out of breath.

“I’m Margot Chatham’s husband!” he told the receptionist. “Where is she?”

“She just came in, and she’s being taken to surgery, Sir. If you’ll have a seat, I’ll let you know how she is as soon as I find out.”

Part 15

Thursday morning I was down at the studio and we listened to the whole album together. The tech had noted the six tracks that would make good duets and had even transcribed the lyrics for me so, when we set up to record, we nailed them by lunch-time.

Finn and Fiona. Day Eight and Beyond

Today I looked at myself in the mirror and studied my features as if I had just met myself. I wondered at what a salon could do with my face but I knew that I could never look as good as my Fiona.

CHAPTER 55
In the end, it was Charlie who made the bridge that brought Tiff to us. The latest girl had done her best, holding her hand out to Gemma, but it was Charlie she clicked with. I suspected it was mostly to do with their shared experience of the man that the latter, with an increasing prickliness, started calling ‘That wonky-eyed cunt’.

Whatever the reason, they seemed to work well together, and the only time that I really saw the damage that had been done was in the simple fact that neither of them would ever leave the House. Not for any form of schooling, not to go shopping, not for a night out at the Smugglers. Just not, ever.

Tea with True North

I was planning my next crime when I got a call, from a superhero, of all people.

True North was almost a stereotype of a Canadian - unfailingly polite, but a stickler for law and order.

I was so shocked by what he asked me - to meet him for tea and conversation - that I forgot to be shocked about how he knew my number.

So I said yes, we arranged a time, and he took me to his artic base.

My mom: Vidhya (45 years old)
My older sister: Chandini (18 years old)
Me: Gaurav (14 years old)

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In India it’s pretty common to have strict parents. I say this because ever since my hair grew past my ear, so around 8 inches, my mom has been forcing me to put oil in my hair. She has been telling me to cut my hair but what can I do? All the barbershop have been closed down since starting of October 2019 because of COVID-19.

Roberta Rescued
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

I will admit it, Robert Kradel Junior was a prick, back when he had a prick. But he did not deserve what he got.

Jose Berganza had reason to dislike his boss, but what he did was way beyond that. It became clear to me that there was real hatred on display. Venal, vicious hatred to warrant this level of degradation.

So. Felicity was to be my girlfriend's plus one to a wedding, er, "commitment ceremony". To be fair, in support of her sister and her girlfriend, taking Felicity did place a distracting shot across her parents bow, which was evidently what was desired here. A distraction. And I AM Felicity. Saying that didn't make it all seem more reasonable, somehow. But it was a little early to be meeting the parents.

Chapter Twelve

Morning Glory

Andy, an unsuccessful streamer, cant even afford a webcam. How will he react when the one person interested in his stream thinks that he's a girl? A short intro for a future story where someone does increasingly daring things for money they desperately need.

“Hello, Helen, come in. I take it you’ve heard the news and have come to congratulate us?”



Book 13: In A Spin     "In A Spin" Part 3

History of Benton: Rising like a phoenix from the Ashes (1865 -1890)

Graphic created by Patricia Marie Allen from photos on Pixabay.com

Thorn in the Flesh

By Rosemary

I entered the bar with great trepidation. I hadn’t had any problems in several years of being a woman, but I had just had some terrible news. No, I take that back. It wasn’t terrible at all. It was a relief. I had developed lymphatic cancer, and like every other case, it was ravaging my body.

I was reluctantly taking part in a meeting of eleven other ‘Roses’ while we were at the SWEET (South Western Exposition for the Embetterment of Transpeople) convention. I sat down and started taking in the other Roses there.

Most of them seemed to be much more comfortable in their role as women than I was. I had actually been quite comfortable for many years, but I had never been transgendered. I glanced down at my jeans and western shirt. They were women’s – they had to be. Men’s clothing would have been ridiculous on me.