AUTHOR
Latest work by Iris Forrest, published by Ageless Press, February 2005, 3759 Collins Street. Sarasota, FL 34232, Phone/Fax: (941) 365-1367, E-mail address: irishope@comcast.net, is available from the above and on April 21st at Circle Books, St. Armand's Circle, at a book signing at 1:00 P.M.
The auther will gladly autograph the book for you if you specify how you want it signed, name, etc.
Title: Potpourri, (Tales of Fever & Fantasy), 166 pages consisting of short stories of fact & fiction and interviews
Price: $14.95 (plus 7% sales tax of $1.05 for Florida residents only)
Shipping & Handling: $2.50
Payment: Money order or personal check made out to Ageless Press
You may read excerpts here.
EXCERPTS
Alone, Not Lonely (copyright 1998 Iris Forrest, All Rts.Reserved)
They came in slowly, dressed in the casual Florida style of year-long (as opposed to tourists or snowbirds) residents. The evening promised a showing of "The Fabulous Baker Boys" on the condo recreation hall vcr. Why was she here? Because the price was right: FREE.
The others? The answer was obvious by observing the assembly. Ten ladies and one couple. The single ladies, lonely and missing the male perspective at home, were hoping to find it here even to the extent of seeing an X rated film with which they could no longer identify. What did explicit sex and nudity mean to those who were living out their last years alone?
The Dance (copyright 1998 Iris Forrest, All Rts.Reserved)
She handed five singles, the entrance fee, to the receptionist, entered the large circular room. The oak planks shone between the feet of the swiftly moving couples. The periphery of the room sported table after table of single women, tapping their feet in time to the taped dance music. She felt, rather than saw, the venomous looks being directed at her for being another single woman, more competition for the available males.
Where were all the men tonight? She counted, besides the ones who were dancing, four more--all instructors.
"They'll have to work hard, servicing all of us. What a ratio of female to male--it must be ten to one and not holding," she said as she sat down next to her friend.
"You're right. But isn't it better than sitting home with only the TV for company. And as an extra added attraction, we get to take our fancy clothes out for an airing and pretend that we're having a good time.
They both laughed as a voice boomed over the mike,
"Are we having fun, yet?"
The Cat Who Putts (copyright 1996 Iris Forrest, All Rts.Reserved)
"I'm telling."
"Be quiet--she'll hear you. I promise never to do it again."
"I'm telling--you hurt me. Mom....."
He as sobbing as he stumbled into my room, his small face scrunched up and wrinkled like a dried-out tangerine, his shirt wet with tears.
"Mom, he hit me again for no reason," he managed to force out, his words slurred with emotion.
"Come here honey, let Mommy make it better. Where did he hit you? Where does it hurt?"
He pointed to his chest as he snuggled his tiny body against mine. I stroked his damp head.
Forrest has written, and had pubished, many interviews, articles and short stories in newspapers, magazines and e-zines. The entire pieces from the above excerpts appear in her book, "Potpourri".
Ageless Press
3759 Collins Street, Sarasota, FL 34232
Phone/Fax: (941)365-1367