Arlene Placer

Joined July 2017

0 stories

Bio

I am a 77 yr woman. Married 30 yrs to a man 14 yrs younger than me. I love science, sci-fi, British actors, BBC Sherlock, many British shows.

Stories (14/0)

Fragile
My first reaction was to scream, throw myself to the ground and beg. But not anymore. It’s time to pick up and dust off and get on with it.
By Arlene Placer2 years ago in Fiction
Is It Possession?
It happened! He did the deed. Composed it, laid it out, rehearsed it and completed it. The rain poured, clearing the streets of even the hardiest of men.
By Arlene Placer4 years ago in Poets
A To-Do List
Taking in big breaths, I'm grateful to be away from my own house and able to relax. Our wives are out for the evening, and I've joined my brother-in-law Tom at his house.
By Arlene Placer5 years ago in Humans
Flowers for Mycroft
One afternoon, one of my associates at work receives a large bouquet of purple flowers. "Isn't this fantastic, Greg? Gideon and I have been together for a year now. He's great at remembering special moments."
By Arlene Placer5 years ago in Geeks
In the Doorway
It's twilight, the sun is barely seen with the smog, the air cooler now that the night is coming on. I hear footsteps on the stairs. Familiar ones. Ones from years past. Slower, but still recognizable.
By Arlene Placer5 years ago in Geeks
Fish & Chips and a Soul Searching
It's chilly, the sometimes stiff breeze casting the leaves into a muffled crackling, the dust blowing across the park. He's wearing his plaid shirt, a green jumper, leather jacket, and khaki trousers. Leather gloves cover the digits that can't be restrained from moving. Twisting and wrapping about each other.
By Arlene Placer5 years ago in Geeks
Aunt Mute
Yes, that’s what she was called. I don’t know if I ever remembered her given name. But Aunt Mute it was. The nickname came into being before I was born and continued until she was found, slumped in her red and blue plaid cushioned armchair, a matching ottoman for her feet.
By Arlene Placer5 years ago in Families
Under The Covers
Can't sleep. I'm huddled, warm and comfy, under my covers, with the one street lamp beaming harshly into the window. Want to get up and close the curtain but too comfortable under the covers.
By Arlene Placer5 years ago in Poets
Disappear
It just happened. It came, it reared its head, then disappeared. The summer of my life. Days, weeks, fell in my lap, played with my heart then took off one sunny day.
By Arlene Placer5 years ago in Poets
The Secret Unveiled
We’re sitting across from each other, the fireplace lit, our laptops sitting on our knees. The only light is the glow of the fire and the shine from the laptops.
By Arlene Placer6 years ago in Humans
The Note
The day of John's wedding to Mary finally arrives. We have spent weeks making up lists, planning menus, getting the right colors and all the accouterments that accompany a wedding.
By Arlene Placer6 years ago in Geeks
The Man in the Iron Prick
I'm John Watson, once an Army doctor, now out of the military, I find myself in need of a flat in London, someone to share the rent, and a job. In this way, I can live in the heart of the city I love.
By Arlene Placer7 years ago in Filthy

Arlene Placer

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Fragile

Is It Possession?

A To-Do List

Flowers for Mycroft

In the Doorway

Fish & Chips and a Soul Searching

Aunt Mute

Under The Covers

Disappear

The Secret Unveiled

The Note

The Man in the Iron Prick

Stories (14/0)