Over the years, my imagination has grown to an almost obscene level. Weird, odd, strange, dark, funny, too smart by half, writing that defies categorisation. As a result, I have packaged a number of them together in an eBook format and hope to calm the world with their content. Big boy hopes of course, but I feel I need to try. Try the new site promoting the eBooks in the  Stories to Tell Collection

While they sail the internet, there’s still plenty here to distract you from the woes of modern life. Here’s a sample to wet your whistle.

Allison is thinking on the train, and Allison has a secret. With her this morning on the ride home from work was Amanda, with whom she shared an overnight shift. The best description Allison could muster was applied to Amanda, very nice, but as dumb as a beach towel sitting in the bottom of the washing machine. Wet, smiling and waiting to be pulled out and encouraged to dry. Medically identified as such.

The pair worked at the Sunspots Resort in the city. It was a new building, perfectly set up for the one-night inner city, go out on the town stays. Not much to entice you to stay in, but heaps to allow you to arrive, leave and have fun, return to sleep or enjoy a partner or two and then leave for your mundane at home the next day. Or the one after that.

Allison and the towel worked in housekeeping. Keeping house was hard enough at home, but as a professional, it was often a nightmare. The list of things found during a routine shift could almost plant a serious blush on a sex shop worker. The intimate activities of those that stayed or just played at Sunspots could be made into a film. Actually, many a film had been filmed there. The audience would not normally be fans of the Disney Channel. Alison has a secret