Bridges 35

Chapter 35

I’m smiling as I make it over to the house as quick as I can and stumble inside and kicking my boots off at random the thuds making her giggle on the other end of the phone.

“You’re home?”

“Yes baby I’m home.” I smile into the phone as I’m trying to climb stairs and she clothes at the same time.

“I head the door and your boots.”

Love and Old Books…Part 3

I shower and get ready to go and pick up Valerie for breakfast. I’m nervous as I scrub really hard and stuff to get cleaned up and a bit more shampoo because I use head and shoulders I’m exposed to enough stuff working in the shop or outside that dry scalp is a problem sometimes.

I mean is this a date?

Should I be date nervous?

Do you wear cologne to a date that’s breakfast?

Okay that one I’m going with…no.

She looked out to glimpse Howard Bay; soft clouds obscured most of her view. The song, fitting it seemed for the moment, bounced around her head; her resolve sharp and focused, as if to push her along. She stepped forward and expelled a frustrated breath. She looked at the gun in her hand and shook her head; not to deny, but to lament what she was about to do. She raised the weapon to her head and pulled the trigger....

Love and Old Books…Part 2

I head to do some running around after I bought my books and head home to my place and after I set out the ones that her blurbs and quotes made me want to read first I get myself ready for a good sit down and reading session.

Now for me that’s actually a nice pot of tea. I make a good sized pot of Red Rose and grab my favorite mug and turn on my radio to the town radio station. I like local radio, it tells me what’s going on more and more thee days and they play the real stuff that people are listening to.

I was getting ready for a date with my favorite Valentine, Ciaran. We were getting real close since Christmas where I quite literally crashed in front of his house. He let me stay there for at least a week. I discovered that he was a sweet man, the first man I ever dated as I was just discovering myself and who I wanted to be.

Wild Horses ePub and Mobi formats by Rebecca Anderson

I recently learned how to make ePub and Mobi formats of my stories, so I'm posting a copy of Wild Horses, an old story of mine that's been available here for a while. I'm also providing a link to a .mobi version for those of you who have Kindles. Hopefully people will find it easier to read on those devices than on PC.

Images 46

Chapter 46

Okay I’m actually pretty embarrassed because of Tay tossing us the bottle of baby oil to me and Iggy like we’re two cheap hookers getting ready to oil wrestle. Iggy’s laughing which is a good thing and I set the bottle of baby oil down and stare at her.

“Are you done?”

“Fuck you he’s funny.”

“I know he’s funny along with a lot of other great things, that’s why I married him.”

She wipes at her eyes and she looks at me. “I need a smoke.”

“I need a coffee.”

Bridges 34

Chapter 34

I am actually more than a little content and happy as we get my things and put them into the back of the truck and we head for home. My place, his place it’s all home to me and sort of fused together nicely.

Brandon looks at me. “That actually has you in a pretty good mood.”

Lead Shoes-16

Chapter 16

Poor Will…

I’ve never really seen or help anyone before when they’re all upset, but Will is really upset and I pull him inside the house with me and somehow I manage to use my crutches and the fact he’s sort of still able to stand to get us into the living room and the couch.

We just get down and he starts to shake even harder.

“They woke me up…I…I was asleep and I heard the first crashes of stuff getting thrown. They were both doing it. Dad got paid a couple of days ago and stuff but mom was out…she had took off on another bender…and dad…dad had left too and went looking for her and I…I think he ended up at a place with some VLT’s and that was it.”

Antifreeze…Part 7.

It’s the sound of the sizzle that wakes me up and the chatter of little voices and hearing Grams and Grammy being said from the kitchen. I open an eye to see Stacy looking at me still under the covers. I think she was watching me while I was sleeping.

“Yhgnn…Morning sis.” I yawn and oh…I’m feeling all of yesterday adding up on me still and the very unused to feeling of crashing in a pile on the floor.

“Morning….you look just so amazing when you sleep Shayne.”

Huh?

“Huh? I need coffee you want to try that again?”

Mountain Drive by Nikki Thong Copyright © 2012 Nikki Thong All Rights Reserved.

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