The one that got away…
I was working as a night auditor at a fancy hotel when I met her. She was a night auditor at a competing hotel and we talked every night. It was part of our job to call the competing hotels and check their numbers. How many guest and how many rooms sold for the night.…
Life After Death
Funerals always bring out the worst in me. Every time I say, that’s the last time I go to one of those damn things I swear off of them. Then another person I cared about or knew dies and I am forced to recant my decision and go. And then for two weeks after I…
Lost in Paradise
He sat on the park bench and brushed off the dust from his sleeve. He looked over the black pea coat and pick off the lint that clings like metal to a magnet. He has a little dirt on his shoes, those black leather ankle boots that fit him so well. He was a man…
Ode to Summer
By James Heaton It’s the middle of September. That wonderful time of year when Summer is making her exit, her glorious exit. She really knows how to walk out the door. She leaves little bits of herself all over the place, for us to remember her glory. She is a beautiful goddess, lady Summer. She…
A Womans Scorn
by James Heaton They say a woman scorned is a demon in human form. Stories are told of a woman’s rage. It isn’t a beautiful thing; no it is the scourge of the Earth. Something that no man truly wants to face. The scorn of a woman done wrong. Rage is a horrible thing, it…
A Summer Rain
A slow breeze blows through the window. It wobbles with the old glass and sounds like an old Hammond B3 Organ, the pitch only changing at the speed of the wind. The curtains blow open and dance in the soft summer wind. No need for air conditioning tonight, no the wind is cool enough to…
The Hurricane
This old house had been in my family for years. I had seen my life pass on this beach. My wife said her final goodbyes in the bed in the back bedroom. I hadn’t slept in that bed in years, just couldn’t. I slept in my recliner in the den where my cigars and beer…
A Mercenaries Tale
I awoke just before dawn. I washed off and put on my clothes. Tied my boots and put on my knife. I had hundreds but always seemed to use the same one every day. I guess the rest were for collecting and this one was my work knife. I don’t like to be called a…
Mrs. Watkins
I used to pass by the old Watkins place every day home from work. Old lady Watkins would be on the porch. She always waved, a kind gesture as I passed by her. I often wondered what her life had been like, the people that she knew and the ones who had passed. She lived…
Come Back to Me
James Heaton copyright 2024 On the coast of Western California, on a rocky beach sits an old Airstream RV. Nothing around but the cliff and the truck that was parked on the rocks. It was desolate and peaceful. Under the shade of the awning sits a man with his German Shepard. He is young, maybe…
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