Shelley Carroll
Bio
Ms. Carroll is a 50-something year-old retired public servant and mother of three adult children. She and her partner Hal live in Amherst NS with a sweet, anxiety-ridden rescue dog. Shelley loves reading, running and red wine.
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Stories (84/0)
Tomorrow Never Knows, part ten
“You know your way around, Neala, so sure, make yourself at home,” Fergus called out from the kitchen as he opened the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. He was humming to himself, clearly content. The combination of beer and specialty coffee was having a surprisingly calming effect. It even seemed to numb the almost itchy feeling where he had trimmed his chest and pubic hair. He jolted only momentarily and then quickly reassured himself that he had taken great pains to clean up any hair from around the bathroom sink and floor.
By Shelley Carroll2 years ago in Fiction
Tomorrow Never Knows, part nine
Neala stood before the full-sized mirror looking at her outfit one more time. She wore a spaghetti-strapped, knee-length cotton dress with a floral pattern that flattered her chest and waistline. She paired it with a long, light, burgundy-coloured cardigan. The ensemble was complete with a comfortable but stylish set of black pumps. Business casual.
By Shelley Carroll2 years ago in Fiction
Tomorrow Never Knows, part seven
“No way!” exclaimed Kelan, upon learning of Fergus and Neala’s first kiss. “I mean, I’m not totally shocked, but there is a small part of me that can’t believe she actually kissed you back. No offence, but I’ve never really found you all that attractive…”
By Shelley Carroll2 years ago in Fiction
Tomorrow Never Knows, part six
Neala stood by her sink, wearing a cotton top and denim shorts, rinsing off her breakfast dishes and gazing absentmindedly out the kitchen window. She thought about the work week ahead, the load of laundry she had yet to fold, and of course, the memory of which she could still taste on her lips, kissing Fergus.
By Shelley Carroll2 years ago in Fiction
Tomorrow Never Knows, part five
Fergus stepped out of the shower and towelled himself off. He had spent a good ten minutes in there, getting all sudsy and alternating between hot and cold water. He had tried to wash away his embarrassment from last night and, perhaps to a lesser extent, the shame and lust that arose from his morning dream.
By Shelley Carroll2 years ago in Fiction
Tomorrow Never Knows, part four
Neala was standing at the foot of the four-post bed. She wore black knee-high leather stiletto-heeled boots and a matching tight leather sleeveless dress that hugged and accentuated each of her body’s curves. Dark eyeliner around each eye and rich red lipstick on her lips, she held a leather whip in her right hand and a vibrating phallic-shaped object in her left. She was absolutely gorgeous and terrifying at once.
By Shelley Carroll2 years ago in Fiction
Tomorrow Never Knows, part three
He wrapped the banana bread in aluminum foil and, having no ribbon, secured it with twine. He’d made three batches and this one was the best looking of the bunch. “Third time's the charm,” he muttered to himself as he tied the twine in a bow.
By Shelley Carroll2 years ago in Fiction
Tomorrow Never Knows, part two
Fergus decided it was a good day to try something new. Neala had previously shared her banana bread recipe with him. He presumed it was all part of a “give a man a fish and feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and feed him for a lifetime” strategy on her part. Perhaps she was fed up of sharing her food with him, he reasoned, so he decided to give it a go. “How hard could it be?”, he reckoned.
By Shelley Carroll2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - September 2022
Tomorrow Never KnowsTop Story - September 2022
Neala Fitzgibbons had sworn she was done with relationships. She’d survived two divorces, raised two kids, outlived two dogs, a hamster, and three goldfish. At age 54, all Neala had to show for it now was a tired-looking face framed with grey hair, crow’s feet around her hazel eyes, a lacklustre credit score, and the invisible scars cleft from travelling her trail of broken dreams.
By Shelley Carroll2 years ago in Fiction
My name is Shelley
On the morning of my 49th birthday, I FaceTimed with my parents and asked them to tell me about the day I was born. It’s not lost on me that I have such blessing and privilege to have been able to do so. Many of my contemporaries do not share in this and I am wont to both recognize it and express my own good fortune for it.
By Shelley Carroll2 years ago in Humans