Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 2, 2020

Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #45 (10.3)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

Still coping with the death of their parents, Chan and Evan take the children to say good-bye. See how everyone is doing in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #45 (10.3)

Although he dreaded it, Chan thought that his brother and sisters had taken the private viewing of their parents very well, all things considered. Even Madhu. Although Chan had originally decided to leave her at home, he’d changed his mind after talking to the branch manager of the savings and loan where he worked, who was very understanding of his situation. She told him that Madhu needed closure too, or she would never stop looking for her parents. That made sense. He’d discussed the matter with Evan, and in the end, they’d taken all three children to the funeral home.  

The funeral director, Mr. Waverly, had been very helpful and sympathetic. He had talked about death in terms young people could understand before taking them into a small salon, where their parents were. They almost seemed to be resting. Chan  told them how much Maa and Pita had loved them all, and how they had made plans that if something happened to them, Chan would take care of them and be their guardian.

 Everyone was given time to say their good-byes. Laksha maintained a stoic silence while gazing at the two coffins, while Kamal looked away and rubbed at his eyes when he thought no one was watching. Madhu was the enigma among them. She seemed to accept the idea that her parents weren’t sleeping, they were gone and they were in a happier place now.  But Chan wasn’t sure how much she truly understood. She put up a fuss when it was time to leave, kicked her feet and cried, then exhausted herself and fell asleep in Chan’s arms. Afterward, they bought hamburgers from a fast food restaurant, and Evan drove them to the park, where they sat at a picnic table and ate while they discussed the changes that were going to take place.

“Where’d you say we’re going to live?” Kamal scratched his head, giving the two men what seemed like a suspicious glance. Chan chalked it up to his confusion about what was going on. “In your apartment?” He wrinkled his nose at the idea.

“No, our apartment is too small for all of us. We thought we would come to live with you at your house,” Chan explained. “That way, things will stay the same for you, as much as possible. Don’t you think that would be a good idea?” He glanced between Kamal and Laskha, seeking a sign of acceptance from them. “Wouldn’t you rather stay in your own room, in your own bed?”

When Laksha nodded, Chan felt relieved. To be honest, though, he hadn’t expected any trouble from her. She was very mature for her age. He hoped Kamal would be as understanding.

“Yeah,” Kamal said. He fell silent for a moment. “Will we have to call you pita now?” Chan’s heart ached for the pain he felt in his brother’s voice.

Chan shook his head firmly. “No. I’m still your brother Chan. The brother who is going to take care of you all, that’s the only difference.”

“Chan is still Chan,” Laksha quickly interjected. She held Madhu on her lap. The little girl had nibbled at her food after her brief nap but said little. Chan wondered what she was thinking, but he had no idea. At least she didn’t seem upset, not that he could see.

“Does this mean we don’t have to school?” Kamal asked, almost hopefully.

“Don’t be silly,” Laksha replied before Chan could answer.

“I can stay home with Madhu,” Kamal volunteered. “She can’t stay home alone.”

“She won’t be alone, don’t worry. But speaking of school, I think maybe I’ll keep you home for a couple of days. I’ll call your school tomorrow.”

That idea seemed to mollify Kamal somewhat.

Chan turned to Evan. “Maybe we should pick up a few things for tonight and then tomorrow we can decide what we’re bringing and what we’re not?”

“Good idea,” Evan agreed.

He would have to talk to Mandy and see if she was available for babysitting during the day. If not, maybe she knew somebody who was. So many adjustments to make. He was glad they would have the next couple of days to begin to adjust to the way things were now.

Hopefully, the worst was behind them now.

 to be continued

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Cia Nordwell

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Carol Pedroso



Friday, June 20, 2014

Love, Loss, Laughter & Lust Anthology Releases today!

I am proud to announce that I have a story in Wayward Ink's new anthology, Love, Loss, Laughter & Lust, which released today! This is my first, and certainly not last, collaboration with Wayward Ink, so let's celebrate together, while I talk a little bit about writing for an anthology.


Being part of an anthology is different than other writing. Being part of an anthology is a group effort, of which the sum is greater than the whole. I am proud to announce my first story for Wayward Ink Publishing, “His Prince Wore Pink Stilettos”, which is part of the Love, Loss, Laughter & Lust anthology. I am also very proud to say that I am an editor with Wayward Ink, and helped to edit some of these stories.
Sometimes you don’t want to read something heavy, you just want to take little nibbles of fiction. Stories you can stop and start at your leisure. Well, consider this book to be a smorgasbord for  your reading pleasure.
As the title implies, there will be love, loss, laughter & lust. Mostly I think you’ll come away with a smile on  your face, and perhaps a tear in your eye for what  you’ve seen in these pages.
My story, “His Prince Wore Pink Stilettos” takes place in the 1970s, and is one young man’s journey to sexual awareness. Being gay then wasn’t very easy, and Michael is clueless when it comes to boys, because he’s sure he’s the only one like him. And how can he tell the boy who’s the object of his wet dreams how he feels?
Here’s an excerpt from my story:

I WAS eighteen and gay at a time when it wasn't very well accepted, as compared to the grudging acceptance we garner nowadays, but this is 2006 and that was the 70s, a different story altogether. And St. Louis wasn't Los Angeles, and it certainly wasn't San Francisco, tending to be on the conservative side, existing as it does in the Bible belt. Puberty is hard enough to go through on its own merits, but when one comes to realize that what seems natural to you is considered an abomination by others—well, you sort of learn to keep your natural inclinations to yourself. And then you hope that you’re not the only one that feels that way.
I first came to understand that it was men that tripped my trigger, so to speak, and not women, when I was about thirteen. I have an older sister, Brenda, who used to read movie magazines like they were gospel. She was always raving about this that or the other handsome actor. And dragging me to the movie theater to see her current favorites, whether I was willing to go or not. I usually was—willing, I mean. After all, a free film is a free film. Even if I pretended to fuss about it. But it wasn't until we went to see A Man Called Horse that I got my first clue about my true sexual orientation.
There's a scene at the beginning of the film where Richard Harris, the rich Englishman who’s the hero of the movie, is bathing in a river when the other members of his hunting party are set upon and murdered by Native Americans. This same group then happens upon Richard as well, and they chase him from the water, at which point there is a fantastic view of his bare posterior. Well, when I caught a glimpse of those firm buttocks, so unmistakably enlarged upon the screen, I found myself riveted to the sight, unable—and unwilling—to look away. On top of that, I had a definite reaction—a very physical one—that caught me very much off guard. I think I even squeaked, embarrassing as that is to relate, because I remember my sister nudging me to be quiet, while she too feasted her eyes upon the screen. At her nudge, I spilled my cup of soda into my lap, which turned out to be fortunate, for it relieved my engorged situation, and I didn't have to explain anything to anyone. Other than myself, that is. And napkins took care of the rest.
That was when I had a long hard look at myself and the world around me, borrowing Brenda’s movie magazines for a comparison test. Yes, it was true, without a shadow of a doubt. It was the male of the species that turned me on. While I liked the women well enough, they did nothing for me in any romantic or sexual sense, and I had no desire to kiss any of them. Richard Harris, on the other hand... well, I was more than willing to be ‘ravished’ by him. Sort of like a reverse bodice-ripper, those popular romance novels where the heroine was ‘unwilling’, back when that meant she wanted it and didn’t know it. Well, I knew it, and I dreamed that someday that hunky Irishman might come and take me away.
That never happened.
This story was originally published by Dreamspinner Press a few years ago. It has been re-edited and the title slightly changed. I’m proud to have had it accepted by Wayward Ink for their Love, Loss, Laughter & Lust anthology. As the title implies, there is something for everyone in this book.


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Love, Loss, Laughter & Lust

We’ve all loved.
We’ve all laughed.
Sadly, we’ve also probably all known loss in one form or another.
And, yes, we at Wayward Ink are sure we’ve all experienced lust!
In Love, Loss, Laughter & Lust, you'll experience one or more of the "L"s as we take you on a roller coaster of emotions.
Whether you like to sigh over the sweet, cry for the broken-hearted, enjoy a good laugh, or get a little hot and bothered; there's something for everyone in this collection. 
Buy link for Love, Loss, Laughter & Lust at Wayward Ink:  http://www.waywardinkpublishing.com/product/love-loss-laughter-lust/



MINI BLURB FOR EACH STORY

His Prince Wore Pink Stilettos
Julie Lynn Hayes
Wanted: one prince, ball optional…

Invisible
Taylin Clavelli
What do you do when you become invisible to the love of your life?

Hearts
Anyta Sunday
What if your fate is to lose the one you love and be doomed to live in a city of lost hearts?
Is it possible two dead hearts can see life again?

A Closed Door
Andrew Q. Gordon
Sometimes when you leave to find yourself, you've left the answer behind. 

Sleepwalking
Taylin Clavelli
Devastated by loss, Matthew sleepwalks through life, existing but not living.
Can someone rescue him from his waking nightmare and help him to live again?

Life According to Buddy
Lily Velden
Buddy is a penis on a mission...
Mission Objective: The Love Tunnel

Service with a Smile
Lily G. Blunt
Terry visits a men’s designer boutique, and Ash gives him service with a smile…

Hunter or Hunted?
Lily Velden
Any hunter worth his salt will tell you that in order to capture your prey, there are few simple rules you must follow…

Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she'd never dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one another's arms and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and two cats, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world traveler some day. She enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross stitch, knitting and needlepoint and loves to cook. While working a temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories and reviews, which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn't mind. Marching to the beat of one's own drummer is a good thing, after all.  Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, Amber Quill Press, MuseitUp Publishing, Torquere Press, and eXtasy Books, and coming soon to Wayward Ink Publishing and Prizm Publishing. She has also begun to self-publish and is an editor at MuseitUp.  

You can find her on her blog at http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.com, and you can contact her at tothemax.wolf@gmail.com.

My links:
Twitter @Shelley_runyon