It had been six months since my wife died. I had been devastated, at her loss, but life must go on. I finally started to circulate and go to some community events. The church I attended had a picnic and I was lonely so I went. The entire event was rather boring and I walked around looking at the various booths. Then I saw the young boy who owned the house next to me. We had chatted a few times and he had told me that his parents had been killed in a plane crash last year and he now owned the house and lived there alone. Bobby was playing gin rummy at the card booth and I stopped and watched the game. He happened to look up and see me and his face turned into a great big smile. I sat and watched until he was done.

Sweetie

by Sean Obyrne

Finally the day has come. Here I sit at the airport waiting for his plane. The

long wait is almost over. We met in a chat room and after months of correspondence

This story is suggested by another story posted now on Fictionmania. Thank you Nighthawk for "Once More With Feelings."

The Day I Went Home - Part One
By Barbara Lynn Terry

I am 56 years old. I'm not a real genius or anything, but, I have been toying around with time travel. Something suggested by the Back To The Future trilogy and the series Quantum Leap. I was being helped by a university professor friend I met one day at the campus coffee shop. I was talking to a student who used to live in my neighborhood, until he moved on campus after entering college. We were talking about the Back To The Future trilogy, and pondering on what it woud be like to actually travel through time. This professor was at the next table and heard our conversation.