Happy Sunday!
Here’s a snippet from, “The Beat of His Drum,” part of the “Wedding Bell Blues” series. Enjoy. 🙂
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“Dorian, Come on!” he yelled. “I’m a tool, okay? I know that. Just talk to me. Please?”
I didn’t respond, but leaned against the door, my forehead resting on the hard surface as I tried to quell the tears of frustration I knew would fall if I let them.
“Go away,” I whispered.
He pounded the door for a while, and I was sure the neighbors were wondering what the hell was going on. After ten minutes of silence on my part, he gave up, but not before slipping a business card under the door. I waited a little bit longer before I picked it up.
The card had his name, email address, and phone number. “Call me,” he’d written on the back.
No way in hell.
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