Len Sherman
Bio
I'm a published author/artist but tend to think of myself as a doodler\dabbler. I've sailed the NW Passage & wrote & illustrated a book, ARCTIC ODYSSEY. Currently, I live on 50 semi wilderness acres & see lots of wild critters in the yard.
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INTERVIEW WITH A HOOKER (3)
“Honey, I wasn’t thinking of ending our conversation; I’m really enjoying it. However, every time I make the slightest move, the bartender has to pick his tongue up off the counter and I can just imagine, from the expressions on the men’s faces behind me that I see in the mirror, what’s going through their little minds. I like you; you’re somewhat like Cool Hands—not your looks—the way you come across—I feel I can trust you. Since the night is still young, if you don’t mind, I thought we could go someplace more private.
By Len Sherman4 days ago in Fiction
INTERVIEW WITH A HOOKER
My name is Glen Kingston. I write articles for a magazine, which is actually a smutty rag. Paydays are usually pretty thin; not even enough coins to wear a hole in my pants pocket. I’m not proud of it but I have to somehow earn a living while writing the great Canadian novel—catchy title—might even use it. Continually coming up with good ideas for articles can get a touch difficult and when I get a brain freeze like I’ve been having lately, even sticking my head in a hot oven won’t thaw it out. So, what I occasionally do to get the grey cells working again is take myself out to meet some real live flesh and blood people, like this high-class, top of the line, if you have to ask how much she costs; then you can’t afford to hire this particular prostitute: Talulah Tight-Thighs.
By Len Sherman6 days ago in Fiction
GENIUS
Colin Bernard Adams came into this world on Wednesday, 1975, April 3rd at 8:10am and weighed 7lbs, 4oz (3.289kg). He had a thick head of hair and bawled like a steer on its way to the slaughterhouse, when his umbilical cord was cut and knotted. His mom loved him right from the beginning, but his dad never had a chance; he was killed in Vietnam, a day before his son was born, when the helicopter flying his severely wounded body to a behind-the-lines hospital was shot down and exploded on impact. He had been a brave soldier (awarded the Silver Star posthumously).
By Len Sherman22 days ago in Fiction
