I took a deep breath as I peered toward Heather who was reclining in an old fashion chair. I had been invited to appear on the Heather Ford Show on a whim. I mean, I had been a fan of the show for two and a half years. It was the bread and butter of our local PBS station. And I guess it was only a matter of time before I was invited on, I mean, not to blow my own whistle, but I was something of a local celebrity in Benton.

Finn and Fiona. Day Seven

I took my time with my ablutions and dressed casually as today I was heading home again. I packed my bag, again, and looked around the room to make sure I had left nothing. Then I went downstairs for breakfast, once again getting the full English to get me through the day.

 
Jenni has something to tell her mother, but she's scared of how she'll react. Can she find the courage to tell her or will she need her twin sister Jessica's help?

Part 14

Monday morning was cool and overcast so after I had showered I put on a plain, but thicker, salwar kameez and boots. I had breakfast and then put on a coat and my chunni to go and find the bus that would take me to the salon.

Erica finally talks to Hans and explains why she appeared to snub his advances.

History of Benton: Civil War (1861 – 1865)

On January 9, 1862 Mississippi seceded from the United States. Mississippi then joined her sister southern states in forming the Confederate States of America. Late that same year on April 13, 1862 Confederate forces stationed around Charleston Harbor opened fire on Fort Sumter, the bombardment lasted only a day, but resulted in the surrendering of the fort to Confederate forces.

Finn and Fiona. Day Six

I got out of bed and did all of the usual ablutions and, showered, shaved and dressed in my suit again, I went down to the dining room for a light breakfast as I had to be at the airport. After going back to clean my teeth and gargle, I went down to the car and drove to meet the incoming managers.

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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.

I considered babies to be creatures that would vomit on me from one end and extrude even more unmentionable material on me from the other.

Jacked Up Part 13

By my last day at the Spa the activity across the valley had dropped to a few sightseers standing by the temporary fencing. The 4X4 had been taken away and there had been forensic specialists clambering over the rubble for a while. It would be interesting to know how much more they had taken from the scene but that was nothing to do with me now.

As the Zahn’s guests were arriving at the cookout, in California Luke was finishing his tour of where he was planning to spend his high-school years. Greg K. saved the athletic complex as where they would end the trek around the school ground. It made sense for the best part should be the last. Even with the school being one of the top-ranked schools in California, the athletic complex was the piece de resistance.

You know Enid Alan’s first wife died young. Veronica met him when she was eighteen and he’d four kids. Eventually she had another four. But the funniest thing she telt me was the first time she tried her hand at pastry making which wasn’t long after they’d wed, Alan’s six year old telt her, ‘This pastry tastes like sellotape smells, Mum’

Pas de Deux A novel by Bronwen Welsh A Sequel to 'Antonette's Story' Copyright 2021

Chapter 15   Time passes

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As I heard the sound of an engine grow fainter, I felt more despair at that moment than I have ever felt in my life.

Jacked Up Part 12

We drove for about an hour and arrived at a secluded estate where Alfonse was waiting for me. As soon as we arrived he led me to a sturdy table and chair. There was a McMillan TAC 50 on the table with a bipod mounted at the front and a noise suppressor, exactly what would be needed at the window.