Vicki saw the “email” icon on her phone. She knew that the message was from her best friend Julia. Both of them were traveling, for different reasons, but both women continued their tradition of sending the other “postcards” – self-made, often self-taken photos, of their travels.
She was waiting in a New York airport for her connecting flight. Her traveling companion Dr. Colin Bishara was asleep, resting his head on her shoulder. She opened the email.
Samantha pulled her emerald cloak a little tighter around herself. She could hear the faint sound of the drums and see the orange glow of a fire in the trees. She made her way down the dark path, the drums beginning to beat in her blood. The autumn air held a chill that invigorated her. She followed the path and the crisp scent of wood fire toward the meeting. Read More »
Stephanie fumbled her keys into the lock, and tripping in the dark she made her way into her apartment. She was still a little tipsy from her night out. She dropped her jacket on the floor, letting her shirt follow in short order. A trail of clothes laid in her wake as she made her way to her bedroom.
Alice has been aboard the Tau Ceti station for a week. She’d started to acclimate to the intermittent gravity loss, but it still caused butterflies in her stomach when the gravity turned off.
She was looking forward to her down time. The engineering team invited her to all sorts of activities, but she just wanted to be alone. Well there was a certain Martian she’d been eyeing, and she’d heard plenty of interesting things about Martian anatomy at the academy. She was planning a fact finding mission during her six month posting; however, after a week of constant companionship, she was looking forward to having her quarters to herself. Her roommate, a Terran in communications, was on shift, so Alice would be alone.
Hali lay in the beach soaking up the summer sun. Overhead the gulls wheeled and called to each other, casting brief shadows over Hali.
She lay her back. Her naked breasts rubbed against the rough sand. She bent her legs, enjoying the feeling of moving them. She crossed her ankles and slowly rocked her upraised calves back and forth. She’d chosen a secluded stretch of beach, a place a little too rocky for most people to want to make the trek. Hali wasn’t a big fan of people.
I had a free evening in my new town, so I decided to take the historic cemetery tour. When I arrived, I found the tour guide, a beautiful young man, in a frock coat and top hat lounged against the graveyard gate talking passionately with a small group of tourists.