Clair in His Dreams

“TOUCHDOWN!!!” Jack stood and screamed in celebration with the packed crowd at the Rogers Centre. ┬áThe murmur in the crowd slowly increased as the last few seconds ticked down on the game clock. The announcer, apparently, felt the need to remind everyone, “Only ten seconds and the Argos will have won the 100th edition of the Grey Cup!” The crowd, …

Clair and the Fisher King

“I like New York in June! How about you?” The three figures on the couch joined Robin Williams on the TV with the next line. “I like a Gershwin tune! How about you?” The three roared in laughter as they snuggled together. The only light from the strobe like effect given off by the television. Clair stood and picked a …

Clair in the Snow

Clair tapped her toe as she waited for the elevator. Quietly she hummed to herself and checked her watch. Glancing out the door, she saw Jack still in the building loading area watching her through the windows from the idling Navy Toyota Matrix. Snow had started to collect on the roof of the vehicle and cars crawled along the street …

Clair in Oakville

“Dammit!” Clair checked her watch as she waited in the elevator. The bell announced her ground floor arrival before releasing her to her apartment lobby. She wore a jean skirt halfway down her thigh, over white stockings. Her black boots came up past her knee. A black button down blouse on top. All covered by her, currently undone, black overcoat. …

Clair in Spring

“Where are we off too?” The man helped her into her black overcoat. He whispered in her ear as he smoothed the fabric on her shoulders, “I was thinking my place.” Jazz drizzled from the speakers overhead as the other diners whispered to each other. The red walls were adorned with mahogany cabinets filled with wine bottles. “Sounds good.” She …

Turn About Last Exit

“Heather?” Cliff stood in the hallway and knocked three times quickly. “Heather?” He pulled his coat tighter around him. The door made unlatching noises before it opened. Heather, the Amazon, smiled out at him. “You’re not Sheldon.” “Who?” The Barenaked Ladies crooned from the television in the apartment. “Never mind. Did you want to come in?” She opened the door …

Hounorable Turn About

“So we’re granting this divorce, no contest?” Cliff flipped through his notes. “Yes, maam.” Judge Phillips glared at him over her glasses. “Don’t you ‘maam’ me.” Cliff chuckled and set the notes down on the large oak desk between them. Judge Phillips was 50-something. A brunette with grey streaks running through her hair. She was very short, but had a …

Turn About and Dance

“Would you like a dance?” Cliff sucked on his beer bottle as he looked up at the blonde. She was not tall. Blue eyes under hair that was done in pigtails. She wore a black leather skirt short enough to show off her panties, a black leather bra, and black boots that came half way up her thighs. Over top …