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. … Continue reading The one that got away…
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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 … Continue reading Life After Death
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 … Continue reading Ode to Summer
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 … Continue reading A Summer Rain
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 … Continue reading The Hurricane
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 … Continue reading Mrs. Watkins
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 … Continue reading Come Back to Me
More than Silver, More than Gold
Every single word. Every single damn word. For you.
A Second Chance
"Love is a gem you have to look really hard for."
One F’n Tomato
by James Heaton Let me start by saying that I’ve never been one to grow things or write a damn story, I’m better at just telling the damn things to you on my porch. As an eighty-year-old man that’s sort of embarrassing. But neither has my wife (grow anything that is, she’s good typing out … Continue reading One F’n Tomato
Blue Eyed Storyteller 