“What’s that smell?” Honorable Mention in Siobhan Muir’s #ThursThreads Flash Fiction Contest

ThursThreads HM I received Honorable Mention for my entry in Siobhan Muir’s weekly flash fiction contest #ThursThreads. The prompt required the story to include “what’s that smell?”

And voila!

“What’s that smell?” Jason said, wrinkling up his nose as he walked into the kitchen. He threw his briefcase on the table and pulled at the knot of his tie.

Karl pursed his lips as he stirred the contents of the steaming pot. He should have known Jason wouldn’t take to his experimenting. “It’s cabbage stew. And it’s your dinner.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Jason smirked and removed his suit jacket, tossing it over his briefcase.

“Don’t start with me, mister.” It had been a long day. Karl quickly realized he was not cut out for this stay-at-home husband thing. It had only been three days since his layoff and he was already going insane.

Jason came up behind him and grabbed his hips. “Baby, you know how much it turns me on when you go all angry parent on me.”

Karl shook his head. “You’re sick.”

Jason chuckled against Karl’s hair, wrapping his arms around him tightly. “Love-sick,” he whispered.

Karl sighed. “How the hell do you do that?”

“What?” he replied, swaying back and forth, moving Karl with him.

“Go from being a jerk to a sweetheart in less than sixty seconds.”

Jason turned Karl around to face him and grinned. “I’ll tell you how over pizza at Gino’s.”

Karl laughed. Getting out of the house sounded wonderful. “Fine.”

Jason gave him a quick kiss. “Let’s find you a job. You must be miserable if you’re making cabbage stew.”

Karl smiled. “Thank you.”

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Catch Up Flash Fiction

I neglected to post my entry into Siobhan Muir’s Thursday Threads flash fiction contest on April 17, 2014.

If you haven’t checked out the contest yet…what are you waiting for? It’s loads of fun and a good way to stretch your writing repertoire.

Here is my entry:

Kevin grabbed James’s arm as the perpetrator walked across the student union. Kevin hesitated, awestruck by the granite-like bicep under his grip.

James leaned in close. “Is that him?”

Kevin gulped. He could smell the coconut in James’s shampoo. He wanted to move closer, but he shook off the thought. “Yeah. That’s the guy who stole my laptop.”

“Let me at him!” James punched the palm of his hand with his knuckles, and moved to take off.

Kevin stood in his way. “No. You can’t!”

“Why not?” James furrowed his brow. It was adorable.

“Because I won’t have you kicked out of school on account of this.”

“He stole your laptop. I have to do something.”

“I know you want to, but I’ll file a police report.”

“What if he sold it or f-d it up?”

“I’ll deal with it. The laptop’s not important. Not as important as having you as my roommate.”

James smiled and threw an arm around Kevin’s shoulders, hauling him up next to his hard frame. “I like having you as a roommate, too. “ He looked toward the offender who was ordering a cup of coffee. “It still kills me to see him getting away with it, if only for now. He’s so smug.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“Huh?”

“I kinda set a booby trap in case it ever got stolen.”

“Oh?”

Kevin nodded shyly. “Let’s get some lunch and I’ll tell you about it.”

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Another Flash Fiction Win at Siobhan Muir’s #ThursThreads!

ThursThreads WinnerSiobhan had other responsibilities to attend to last week, so the contest was postponed. This week I received first prize from the gracious Cat Johnson, who gave her time to act as judge. I thank her and all the amazing participants. Way to go to the Honorable Mentions as well.

Here is my entry:

Years of tobacco smoke and stale liquor assaulted my senses as I heaved open the wooden door of the old saloon and entered. Modern times did away with the batwing doors from the Westerns I’d watch as a kid. A shame, really. It was much harder to imagine a crook in his ten gallon hat, jangling spurs, and twin pistols pulling open a cumbersome door like this before escaping on his horse. The lawmen would’ve always won the day. And where would be the fun in that?

As a “law man” myself, I’d rather have a challenge. But that’s me. And those were the movies. This saloon was real – real enough to be a historical landmark in the small town of Branch where I worked.
Complete with honest-to-goodness cowboys, too.

At the end of the brass-edged bar stood one I’d never seen before – with a mop of disheveled, midnight black hair, trim hips, and an ass that filled out his faded Levi’s enough to make my heart pound.
“Who’s the new guy?” I asked Paul, who played bouncer on nights like these.

Paul’s eyes followed my gaze to the sculpted back of said man, who chose that moment to turn and catch me mid-stare. I smiled at his chiseled features and he slowly turned back, seemingly unimpressed.
Interesting.

“Name’s Russ from what I hear,” Paul said. “And he runs alone.”

“We’ll see about that.” I removed my hat, polished my badge, and made my way over with a grin.

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Flash Fiction Thursday

VentiCoffeeYou know what day it is? Friday! And that means yesterday was Siobhan Muir’s weekly flash fiction contest #ThursThreads.

Here is my entry:

“Venti coffee. Dark. No room, please.” His deep voice raced through my entire body, leaving tracks of gooseflesh in its wake. I imagined that same voice whispering a desperate and breathy “please…” in my ear as he bent me over the counter in carnal lust.

I shook off the fantasy. Damn, I needed to get laid. How long had it been? Weeks? Months? A year, maybe? My dick had forgotten what it was like to be touched for Christ’s sake. And now I was getting hard from a customer’s voice? Just great.

When I looked up to see what heavenly being could possibly be attached to that sexy baritone, sparkling green eyes met mine. And winked.

I held onto the cash register for support as I input his order, my cheeks on fire. “Any…anything else, sir?” I asked, adjusting my apron nervously.

The suggestive smile and gentle shrug of his shoulders – broad shoulders, might I add – told me all I needed to know. My mouth went dry.

He gave me the exact change for his coffee and my co-barista, Terry, placed his order on the counter in front of him. Before I could form words to respond he had picked up his cup and walked out the door, turning back once to catch my eye.

“What are you waiting for?! Go get the man!” Terry demanded, grabbing the money from me and shoving me hard toward the door.

I could have kissed her. But instead, I ripped off my apron and took off after him.

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I Did It Again! Honorable Mention in Siobhan Muir’s #ThursThreads

ThursThreads HMI can’t believe I managed to snag another honorable mention for Siobhan Muir’s #ThursThreads! Thank you to George Varhalmi for giving his time as a judge and to Siobhan for dutifully hosting this event every week.

Here’s my entry for the week:

“Where do you think you’re going!?” Her voice boomed like a thunder clap.

I glanced up from my suitcase as she hurried into my room.

“Well?! Answer me, Michael!”

The rage no longer fazed me. I knew it came from somewhere deep and ugly and sad. She lashes out because she’s scared. I used to be afraid of her, but now I just feel sorry for her.
“I’m moving out, Mom.” I continued to pack my clothes, ignoring the tension in her angry stance.

She laughed. “Oh please. You won’t last a day on your own.”

“I’m eighteen,” I said, folding a pair of shorts.” And, I’m moving in with Jared.”

Her wild eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest. “How dare you tarnish our family name by living in sin.” She looked me up and down with such hatred, I thought she might spit at me.

“Because we’re not married? Or because we’re gay?” I asked, sarcastically, and moved over to the closet.

“You’re not gay,” she growled.

This time I laughed. “Really, Mom?” I held up a t-shirt with a rainbow on it. “You would not listen the first time I told you, but it’s getting old now.”

I threw the shirt at her. “Keep this. Hopefully one day you’ll finally get it.”

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