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Happy weekend! It’s warm here and I am recovering from a long week. Hope you’re well!

Here’s a snippet from “Dion’s Redemption,” published by Less Than Three Press.

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“To what do we owe this honor, Mr. Doukas?”

I tried not to fidget where I stood. “Dion, please.”

“Greek, right?” Mr. Flannigan asked, and I nodded. “Well, you’ve never been the visiting kind in all the time I’ve been here, unless it had to do with maintenance or rent problems. So it’s either my health, or my grandson. Which is it?”

Those pale eyes I’d thought tired and worn were suddenly sharp and focused. “Uh,” I began, but Nolan cut me off.

“Ignore him, Doukas. He has old-fashioned ideas. He forgets I’m close to thirty and more than able to handle myself as an adult, despite what he thinks. Isn’t that right, old man?” I could hear the easy affection in his voice and felt a pang for what I’d never known.

“You sassing me, boy?” Mr. Flannigan said.

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Rainbow Snippets February 18-19

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Another Saturday! How are you? I’m nursing a cold I picked up from–wait for it–the hospital, where I went for an appointment on Thursday. Ugh.

Anyhoooo, here’s a snippet from “Deliver Me”, part of the “Satisfaction Guaranteed” Anthology published by Less Than Three Press. Daniel delivers pizza part time in the evenings to help pay bills while working on his Master’s degree. His boss is a major douche bag, and Daniel has finally had enough.

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“Manny! The fuck, dude. There’s no way I’m going to deliver this on time. You know that! If you want to fire me,
why don’t you just do it, okay? This crappy shit ends right now. What do you have against me, anyway?”

“Okay, Danny boy, your faggot ass is fired!” Manny yelled at me. “And you owe me for the pizzas that are
gonna be delivered for free.” The place went silent.

Everyone was staring at us, customers and workers alike. I took a deep breath, put the order down on the
nearby counter top and took out my wallet. I removed a twenty dollar bill and handed it over, then picked up the
pizzas and addressed Manny.

“You know, I always wondered why you picked on me. Then I remembered the first week when you tried to get
into my pants. God knows I tried to forget it. What, you couldn’t take the rejection? Takes one faggot to know one,
dude. Next time you try to get your little pencil dick in someone’s ass, try a shower first, huh? Maybe a breath
mint, too? I almost passed out from the fumes. Have a nice life.” I walked out, not looking back, though I heard some
snickers behind me.

Try to live that one down, you little peckerwood.

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Rainbow Snippets August 27-28

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Happy Sunday!

Here’s a snippet from “Dion’s Redemption,” published by Less Than Three Press. Dion is reminiscing about his first kiss with Nolan. Enjoy. 🙂

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But this tasting… Nolan’s lips had been soft and supple. He’d taken his time, cradling my head in his huge hands and angling for the perfect melding. I’d gasped at the touch of his tongue to mine, my eyelids falling closed as my body melted against his. The urge to wrap my leg around his ankle and hump him like a dog had crossed my mind, and then it was like cold water washed over me.

I’d pushed him back, my fingers gripping briefly in the material covering his broad, solid chest before falling away. The tingle running down my spine was something new, too. I’d covered my mouth with a trembling hand, confused at the sensations that flowed through me.

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Rainbow Snippets August 20-21

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Happy Sunday!

Here’s a snippet from “Remember Me Not, My Love,” published by Less Than Three Press. It’s from a bittersweet scene between Terry and Ishmael in a park. Enjoy. 🙂

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I closed my eyes at his candid disclosure, a sharp pain piercing me over all that he had endured.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, yet again.

“You said that already,” he replied. I looked at him. I wasn’t sure about the expression on his face, but it might have been reluctant amusement at my almost incessant apologies. There was nothing more I could say anyway. My tea sat untouched. I grabbed my backpack and got up from the table.

“Okay then. Well, thanks for being willing to hear me out. I gotta go catch the bus. You have a good night.”

As I grabbed my cup, he said to me, “Hey, Terry Conway. How come you don’t have friends? What happened to all your rich buddies? And why the hell are you working in a fucking shoe store? Shouldn’t you be working your way up the ranks at something corporate by now?”

Maybe he needed to give me some of the hell I’d caused him in the past. Whatever the reason, I had nothing to hide. I shrugged as I turned to walk away and said, “I came out.”

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