Short Stories

Reluctant Bride, Chapter 4

Posted by on May 22, 2012 in Novellas | 7 comments

Synopsis: You may remember that when I left you two weeks, Illona and Lorne were descending the slippery slope to marriage. Lorne’s mother had not only approved but assured Illona that Lorne would make a good husband, and eventually an equally good father. The only spike sticking out of the slope had been an obnoxious chap named Bill. By unbelievable good luck, Bill had been arrested in the actual act of attacking Lorne, though for an unrelated crime. Inasmuch as Bill had disappeared from the scene, we can assume he was serving time for his...

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Reluctant Bride, Chapter 3

Posted by on May 9, 2012 in Novellas | 6 comments

PLEASE READ CHAPTERS 1&2 FIRST. On the appointed day—they had arranged to leave for Montreal on a Friday and return the following Tuesday—Lorne and Illona boarded the Via Rail train and settled into their comfortable seats in mid car. The train left the station with barely a shudder. For the next few minutes they were entranced by the passing scenery, of first the port, then glimpses of Lake Ontario, but as time went on and they seemed to be in the midst of a uninteresting scrub forest, so they turned from the window and started to...

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Reluctant Bride, Chapter 2

Posted by on Apr 25, 2012 in Novellas | 9 comments

Lorne had chosen the Panagea Restaurant on Bay Street for his first date with Illona. It was perhaps not THE restaurant in town but the cuisine was exquisite and it was quiet and cozy. He had picked Illona up and left her off at the front door while he parked the car. On returning, he was delighted that the maître d’ had ushered her to a secluded corner and he joined her. The waiter, Peter, hovered and they decided on sharing a bottle of red wine. Lorne never considered himself a oenophile so he took Peter’s advice. As the latter opened...

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Reluctant Bride, Chapter 1

Posted by on Apr 11, 2012 in Novellas | 6 comments

Illona Ivanovitch was an understated beauty. She was tall and slim, dressed in a gold-flecked top that melted onto a delightful figure. She swirled a full beige skirt whenever she moved. Her hair was a tousled blond, with reddish tints. She had an arresting oval face with a darkened finish that looked more genetic than tanned. She had deep searching brown eyes. Lorne Hudson at 45 was obviously a shade older than Illona. He was the ruggedly handsome type, casually showing it off with 5’11” of harnessed energy. He appeared to be vaguely...

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Professor at Risk, Chapter 4

Posted by on Feb 15, 2012 in Novellas | 10 comments

Please read first 3 Chapters or this one won’t make much sense. It was about two weeks after THE EVENT. Taverna’s place in the classroom was comfortable once again, not only to her but to her professor and the rest of the class. The internet buzz, never very specific, had died down. It was the end of the day and she was going to the home she shared with her mother, Sophia. She walked in the door to find a strange man talking to her mother. Sophia introduced him as Mr. Braithwaite, a lawyer. Taverna raised her eyebrows at the ‘lawyer’...

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Professor at Risk, Chapter 3

Posted by on Feb 1, 2012 in Novellas | 5 comments

Please read Chapters 1&2 first, or this one won’t make much sense. Thanks to those readers who offered advice. Two of you said, “You got them into this mess; you straighten it out!” All of you wanted Charlie to discuss it with Samantha, but only a few of you extended that to the Dean. There wasn’t much sympathy for Charlie’s naivety, and some concern whether or not Taverna was a conniving woman. Let’s see what the characters worked out. Charlie walked the short distance home, a shaken man. Samantha immediately detected...

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Professor at Risk, Chapter 2

Posted by on Jan 17, 2012 in Novellas | 9 comments

Please read Chapter 1 first, or this one won’t make much sense. Charlie had the week-end days to mull over his problem. He also had the nights because this one didn’t allow for much sleep. When he finally heard the alarm ring on Monday morning, he really hadn’t progressed very much. But the start-of-Monday-class deadline could not be delayed. He had to be there. He reluctantly decided he would just have to play it by ear. Once he stood in front of the class a remarkable calm came over him. This was HIS milieu. This was HIS territory. He...

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Professor at Risk, Chapter 1

Posted by on Jan 3, 2012 in Novellas | 8 comments

Charlie Beckenheimer had won the best professor award two years in a row at Stappleton U. The voters were the students and they voted on which teacher they thought had had the most influence on their growth. At least that was in theory but in actual fact it was simply a popularity contest. The university authorities hoped that there was some correlation between the two measurements, but it really didn’t matter how your rated Charlie Beckenheimer. Charlie was indeed popular—and he was an excellent professor. Now he wasn’t a George...

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The Lure of the North, Chapter Two

Posted by on Oct 4, 2011 in Novellas | 8 comments

Onwards but now south again on our cruise from Alaska. The next port of call was to be Sitka and we had another shore event booked and paid for. As we were travelling along at sea, the captain came on the public address system: “I’m sorry to tell you that I have just had a weather report from Sitka. There are strong winds and 12 foot waves. The ship could take that but I feel the passengers would not enjoy it. So we have cancelled Sitka and instead will drop into Wrangel.” We arrived as the only cruise ship at Wrangel. This town wasn’t...

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The Lure of the North, Chapter One.

Posted by on Sep 21, 2011 in Novellas | 13 comments

What is it about the north that is so attractive to Canadians? What makes them oft-times turn their backs on sun, surf and sand and court storm, snow and yes, silence? It can no longer be the promise of easy riches. Since the massive gold rush of the 1886 the mining has largely gone professional. So maybe it’s a product of our pioneering genes. (It was only a couple of centuries ago that to “go west” meant by a bullock-drawn wagon.) Anyway I have always had this illogical longing to be part of the north, even for a brief...

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Our Porous Border, Chapter 2

Posted by on Mar 16, 2011 in Novellas | 6 comments

The US guard slammed the passport closed and yelled at the intercom, “CODE RED. CODE RED. I’ve got a live one here!” Jacob floored the accelerator and the small car leapt ahead as if stung by a wasp. The car streaked past the guards running out of the guard room and slithered around the barriers that were already closing. In a few moments, he was well away from the actual border but could hear the sirens wailing and cars starting up with aggressive throaty roars as they headed out in pursuit. He realized that he didn’t have much chance...

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Our Porous Border, Chapter 1

Posted by on Mar 2, 2011 in Novellas | 13 comments

Jacob Macovski was not a nice man. For one thing he murdered his girl friend—one night in her cheap rooming house in Everston, Illinois north of Chicago. He murdered her for an heirloom gold bar that her grandfather had bought long ago, when gold was only $35 an ounce. He definitely wouldn’t have murdered her when gold’s trading value was at $35. But now it was somewhere over $1,000 and he figured the bar would be worth between $40K and $50K. Definitely a motivation. No, Jacob Macovski was not a nice man but he was intelligent, maybe...

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Stolen Identity, (ch. 3)

Posted by on Feb 2, 2011 in Novellas | 8 comments

It is mid April at the Edgerton household—a couple of months since we left the Edgerton couple emerging from Holt Refrew. (At that time, husband and wife were on a carefully orchestrated shopping spree to more suitably clothe the new Lanc.) Lanc and Clare are sitting in the same living room, except that it is no longer the same. The grey feel has been banished. The room sparkles with new bolder curtains and upholstery. Clare of course, always looked trim and attractive, but George—sorry Lanc now—has settled into his new personality,...

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Stolen Identity (Ch. 2)

Posted by on Jan 19, 2011 in Novellas | 6 comments

Make sure you read the original chapter before starting chapter 2. Meanwhile, nearby, William George Hornblower was experiencing his own transformation. Willy G. (everyone called him Willy G.) has been superintendant of the Ashforth Printing Works Ltd. for more than 30 years, from 1970 up to his recently promised promotion to Vice-President of Production. To be perfectly candid, VP Production of a printing company employing 35 craftsmen is not a great deal different from being Superintendant over the same group of diligent workers. But as Hank...

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Stolen Identity (Ch. 1)

Posted by on Jan 5, 2011 in Novellas | 7 comments

Lancaster George Edgerton (George to most) sat in a worn arm chair in the non-descript living room of their, well actually his and his wife’s, very ordinary house on a indistinguishable residential street. (Her name was Clare.) He looked glumly out the window into nothing. It was a nothing day. The sun, though giving some light, gave scant comfort. The day was neither clement nor inclement. If an artist were painting that day, his palette would contain a lot of shades of grey. He could have used the same palette for George as well. George...

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Abigail, Rebecca and Miriam (Ch. 9 – Conclusion)

Posted by on Nov 24, 2010 in Novellas | 6 comments

Those who would have the power to know the future must forfeit the power to change it. Author unknown Chapter 8 actually concluded the saga of Abigail, Rebecca and Miriam. If you so wish, you have all the information necessary to construct futures for all the characters in this novella. At this moment, you have the power to change the future!!! If this is your choice, don’t read on because if you do, then I tell you the future, and you no longer have the power to change it. And so for those who still want to be spoon fed, or want to compare...

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Abigail, Rebecca and Miriam (Ch. 8)

Posted by on Nov 10, 2010 in Novellas | 5 comments

It’s high time we checked in on Miriam. It’s a beautiful spring day on the Simon Fraser University campus on a mountain top in Vancouver, British Columbia. We have driven up the winding road leading to where the Athenian quad and surrounding buildings literally lie down across the mountain top. The architects, chiefly Arthur Erikson and Geoffrey Matthews, had felt that erecting tall buildings in this magnificent mountain setting would be presumptious. So they derived their inspiration from the ancient Greek Acropolis. This gives the...

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Abigail, Rebecca and Miriam (Ch. 7)

Posted by on Oct 20, 2010 in Novellas | 5 comments

Abigail was sitting in the living room of the family’s old rambling house. She had returned to her former room after giving Albert and his home the heave ho. She was having a cocktail before dinner., one that Miriam had already mixed, what she thought would be a pickup for Abigail. She certainly needed one. She looked like a discarded sea boot half floating on the waters. But Abigail was only toying with her glass. Obviously her thoughts were in some other place altogether. Abigail was wondering whether she really done the right thing in...

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Abigail, Rebecca and Miriam (Ch. 6)

Posted by on Oct 6, 2010 in Novellas | 3 comments

We now look in on the older sister, Abigail, and her new found love, Albert, and see how they are progressing. Abigail was looking daggers at Albert as he staggered in the door balancing a load of books. “Do you know what day this is?” she asked aggressively. He seemed completely caught off guard. He placed the books on the dining room table while he searched his memory for some guilt reference. Nothing. “Do you mean what day of the week?” He quickly withdrew that thought when he saw the expression on her beautiful face harden even...

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Abigail, Rebecca and Miriam (Ch. 5)

Posted by on Sep 24, 2010 in Novellas | 7 comments

This is a sequel to chapters already posted. The next day, at breakfast, Jeremy promised Rebecca to introduce her to the mysteries about that truly Canadian icon, the canoe. She confessed that she had never even seen one in the flesh let alone been in one. (He decided to keep quiet about that myth that making love in a canoe would make her a true Canadian!) “Let me tell you, Rebecca, this will be one of the most romantic excursions you have ever taken. I won’t tell you much about it, I’ll just let you experience it. Now let’s be...

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Abigail, Rebecca and Miriam (Ch. 4)

Posted by on Sep 21, 2010 in Novellas | 3 comments

This is a sequel to chapters already posted. Jeremy had arrived quite late at the Rostrevor resort the evening before but, by email, had arranged to have breakfast with Rebecca. They met at the table with the enthusiasm of lovers who had been parted too long, but are trying not to make it too obvious to the surrounding tables—without much success. They ordered from the smiling waitress: “Priscilla” her name tag announced. Jeremy’s tastes were more substantial than Rebecca’s but both orders could be considered “hearty,” no doubt...

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Abigail, Rebecca and Miriam (Ch. 3)

Posted by on Sep 8, 2010 in Novellas | 6 comments

by Lyman Henderson with assistance from Kim Good ABIGAIL, REBECCA and MIRIAM (Chapter 3) by Lyman Henderson This is a sequel! Synopsis of Chapters 1 &2, previously posted: Abigail and Rebecca are two middle aged sisters, living together with Rebecca’s brilliant teenage daughter, Miriam, in the old family home. All three are beauties. However, Abigail had never met the right man. Recently she has been strongly enamoured of Marion’s teacher, Albert, and is currently living together with Albert at his home. Rebecca, on the other hand, is...

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Abigail, Rebecca and Miriam (Ch. 2)

Posted by on Jun 2, 2010 in Novellas | 11 comments

This is a sequel! Make sure you read the May 19th posting before opening this one. Diary entries (D day plus 6 months): Albert [Mirjam’s professor]: Progress with MIriam is truly remarkable. A pleasure to work with one so talented. Won the UTS School McMurray Award—top ranking that the school can give! Seems that the methodology Abby and I have devised and implemented is right on for the time. Maybe need another advisor? Don’t want my ego to hold Miriam back. Talk to Abby about this. Abby? Abigail? What can I say? We work well...

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Abigail, Rebecca and Miriam (Ch. 1)

Posted by on May 19, 2010 in Novellas | 6 comments

By Lyman Henderson, C.M., B.A. You may be surprised but Abigail was still a spinster! At 55! Now it wasn’t that she was ugly. Far from it. A luxuriant bush of black hair (well it was dyed but a man wouldn’t notice that… if it were done well, and it was) framed a quite delightful face with a suppressed glimpse of humour around the eyes and lips. Now her figure wouldn’t win a beauty contest but it was warm and well… welcoming. So what was the trouble? Why no men in her history? No sex appeal? Well, you wouldn’t call Abigail...

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