Lodge Stories

As my wife and I arrived at the ski resort in Aspen, the concierge opened the double doors and welcomed us to the lodge. We stepped inside the large hallway, walking past an open fireplace and towards the reception desk as the porter took our bags. A lady at the desk smiled and asked for our names, "James and Carrie Quinn," I replied. After receiving the keys to our room, we followed the porter up a long winding staircase...

It’s a big step I’m taking today with a man I normally only text. I don’t really know him, so it’s a chance I’m taking today and I’m very nervous. What if someone I know sees me? There are going to be questions, after all. If I go through with this today, then I will know what the next step will be. It is just for a few hours, and then I will be gone. With that thought, I get into my car and drive out to the Resort where...

Jane struggled up the stairs with her two heavy suitcases. She had been banished by the hospital council to their clinic in south France, and now it was mandatory that she spend a week in a little village up Le Revard, the second tallest mountain in the region. Her best friend had tried to placate the hot headed surgeon by saying, “Think about it as a romantic getaway to the Alps! You can pick up hot French guys, and have...