Today Is A Good Day

First, let me say to the new and returning bloggers to my site - hello and welcome. Today is a good day. What, you might ask, makes this day so special? Well, after weeks of review (and yes, procrastination) I’ve finally added one of my favorite short stories “Flip-Flop” to my blog. The story idea evolved from a news story that I read over four years ago. Actually, the only part of the news story that has survived is the ending. My story answers the question of how did this ever happen – from a purely fictional point of view. That is about as much as I’m going to give away of this story so you’ll have to read “Flip Flop” to get the rest.

If this is your first visit to my blog site let me also suggest that you take a look at some of my other posted stories: Cappuccino, Soul Mate and Day Dreamin’. I guarantee that any (hopefully all) of these selections will provide you with a safe, non-narcotic way to escape from your daily grind. By the way, I do hope that they are at least habit forming and will keep you coming back for more.

Don’t forget to stay in touch by leaving me a comment. Remember. You are my motivation and I’d like to hear your responses to the stories. In addition to becoming a follower of this blog you can find out what I’m doing on Twitter. I’ll tweet you whenever I add stories, make changes or just want to “holler”. I’ll let you know what’s coming up next in about a week. Until next time, read , comment and most of all enjoy.

J. Marcus

Fiction - Flip Flop

Can friendship survive when sex, love and lies collide? Flip Flop provides one possible answer that you may never forget.

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Hello,” Charles answered.

Earl listened to the man’s voice without responding.

“Hello?” Charles repeated then paused. “Who is this?”

Earl let the phone fall back onto its cradle. He stared at Sandy’s picture for a moment before removing a green canvas bag from the chest of drawers. He pulled the zipper, removed the stainless steel revolver and pushed six bullets into the gun’s empty chambers. Earl drained the remaining liquor from the glass, picked up his car keys and stumbled towards the front door. Read Entire Story

Fiction - Cappuccino

Lisa instigates an erotic mishap that is not only unforgettable but brings new meaning to the cliché “all that glitters is not gold".

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I know I shouldn’t stop by Tony's apartment but I can’t resist. Mercedes has made the man seem so damn appealing – not that Tony isn’t fine anyway. She used to talk about how good his lovin’ was. Now she talks about how he stays broke and can’t afford a new ride.

I’ve always believed that a man is only as good as the woman he’s with and Tony can’t have any less money than her broke ass. Of course, I didn’t tell Mercedes that. At least Tony isn’t like my ex-boyfriend, Randy. That man was always in the streets, coming home all times of night – drunk, high and the last time smelling like sex. Read Entire Story

Fiction - Soul Mate

Rosalyn's story is not just about finding that special someone but also about facing the consequences of the decisions we make.

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Her mother was the last person Rosalyn needed to think about – at least right now. Things hadn’t been this bad when she’d moved to Atlanta to complete her MBA. Back then the two-hour drive from Columbus, Georgia hadn’t been far enough to discourage her mother’s frequent visits to preach the virtues of keeping her books opened and her legs closed.

Marriage and children hadn’t factored into the equation. Now, since her thirty-first birthday, Rosalyn’s conversations with her mother strayed predictably to those subjects. Part, but not all, of the problem had been resolved when she’d found a job in Richmond, Virginia - just outside of momma's “dropping in” range.Read Entire Story

Fiction - Day Dreamin'

Michael is in love – but not with his wife. His story is about one man’s struggle with the thin line between fantasy and reality.

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It was supposed to have been just a trip to attend a technology seminar in Norfolk, Virginia. Instead, I will never forget the erotic rendezvous it became. Let me first say that yes, I am married. My wife, Tammy and I have been together for almost twenty years and we have two beautiful kids. With that said, I’m not going to make excuses for my attraction to another women. This doesn’t mean that I’m one of those married men who cruises bars or the Internet looking for romance. Nor do I take my ring off whenever an attractive woman enters the room.

Besides, I can’t be the only man who is honest enough to admit that twenty years of marital monkhood and rescheduled date nights aren’t enough to evoke fantasy – especially if the right woman comes along. In my case, the right woman is Nicole. Read Entire Story

Finally!

Thanks to those of you who have stuck it out to see where my Twitter journey ends (or should I say continues). And, yes, I do hope this will be a journey for you - and for me. I've been working all day reviewing and editing my short story collection trying to decide which one (or two) I'd like to post first. Needless to say, it hasn't been an easy task trying to decide one over the other especially since whatever I post , for better or worse, might provide a first (and last) impression of my blog.

In any case, things are not quite ready but we are at least moving in the right direction. Although I'm not one who often uses analogies it feels like a good day to use a few. For example, today sort of feels like moving day. Keeping with that analogy, a lot of boxes remain unpacked but I've begun shoving stuff into place. It's still not home but at least it's mine, mine mine. By the way, we're at the point where you'd normally let only your closest friends and relatives visit. So, I welcome you to "my house" and please do excuse the mess.

I'll send out a tweet to let you know when there are changes or updates. Don't hesitate to come back from time to see exactly what I'm up to. By the way, I should have the full versions of the two stories I've posted ready to go in a couple of days. Until then, see you on Twitter.

J. Marcus