Flash Fic – Signal

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The sand was hard under Woodrow’s feet, the top layer crunching noisily as he walked toward the water’s edge.  He flinched at every sound, fearing the way it echoed through the pre-dawn stillness.  His breath steamed in the cool air and he set the lantern down, rubbing his arms to keep warm.  As always, his stomach twisted anxiously as he waited on the shore, the rhythmic lap of the small waves heightening his anxiety rather than soothing him.

A sliver of light appeared on the horizon, it’s faint, rosy warmth interrupting the endless, inky darkness around him.  Woodrow’s eyes strained to see out over the water, watching for Malcolm’s arrival.  The worst were the times when he stood on the beach as the sun rose and there was still no sign of his lover.  When he told himself to wait just a little longer, that maybe Malcom was late, even when his sinking stomach knew better.

This time, he was nearly convinced he’d leave the beach and return to his cottage alone, when he saw the tiny rowboat with the light from Malcolm’s lantern leading the way.

Woodrow pressed his knuckles against his lips, feeling relief wash over him at the sight.  It had been too long.  He jogged forward, waiting at the water’s edge long before the tiny, wooden boat ran ashore, and he helped pull it onto the sand as Malcolm hopped out.  They worked in silence to drag the boat to a sheltered, hidden spot, then turned to face each other.  Malcolm looked exhausted but the heavy thud of their bodies colliding told Woodrow all he needed to know.

“Wasn’t sure I could get away this time,” Malcolm muttered against Woodrow’s jacket, his breath hot in the wintry air.

Me either, Woodrow thought. “Glad you did,” he said aloud.

He held the man he loved closer, feeling the hard lines of his body pressed against his own.  Later, as the sun rose, there’d be time for their bodies to meet in the heated dance they both needed to feel alive.  There’d be time for stolen kisses, and whispered words about the kind of life they’d build, if they were allowed to do so.

Not much time, because these were stolen moments, snatched from lives that felt less and less real the more time that passed.  But they were all they had.  All they’d ever have.

The fear of discovery loomed over them as they stepped apart and walked to the isolated cottage.  Never quite trusting, never quite losing the fear that they’d be caught and punished for what they did together.  But a life without Malcom was no life at all.

Malcolm followed Woodrow into the cottage and latched the door.   They set the pair of lanterns on the table—their secret signal to each other and beacon of hope in an otherwise cold and unfriendly world—and Woodrow stopped Malcolm when he went to blow out the flames.

“Leave them on.  I want to see you.”


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No Flash Fic … Again

Unfortunately, I had to skip the flash fic again.  As eager as I was to write this particular prompt I am once again drowning in work.

Long working hours

I keep trying to remind myself that it’s all good stuff.  The Equals novella is at least half done, the spin-off novel is written and Allison did some preliminary beta work on it.  It’s in relatively good shape and just needs some tweaking.  The first draft of the 150k + novel I’ve been collaborating with another writer on is finished and will now be split into two books.  We’re painstakingly going through it chapter by chapter to get it ready.  And the novel I thought was a complete, utter mess is back from another beta and needs far less work than I expected.

But it’s no surprise I’m overwhelmed right now, huh?  I look at that list and think “holy shit, I did all that??”.  I’m trying to balance the overwhelming urge to either panic and/or take a nap, and the pressure to work myself into exhaustion to get it all done NOW.

Allison, darling friend and beta that she is, promised to keep me on track so I work on them in order without killing myself in the process.  (Seriously, this woman should be getting paid an assistant’s salary) And I emailed my boss this morning to see if I could take a few days off in the next couple of weeks.  Whether I get them or not remains to be seen.  The schedule is out and I have no idea if I’ll be able to find any coverage for my shifts.  But just sending the email makes me feel a bit more in control so that’s something positive.

So, cross your fingers for me, because I really want to finish these stories and get them out to you.  Preferably without losing my mind.

Flash Fiction Monday – I’ve Got You

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I’ve Got You

Cara felt dizzy as she closed the door of the house she’d lived in her whole life.  “So that went …”

“Yeah.”  Ellie sounded as dazed as Cara felt.  “We really …”

“Holy shit.  They know.  Everyone knows now.”

“Yeah.”  Ellie’s face brightened with a grin and she squeezed Cara’s hand.  “They know about us now, Cara, and they’re okay with it.”

Cara stared at her girlfriend as the nervous tension that had been building inside her for weeks finally loosened and let go of its stranglehold.  “My mom and stepdad, your parents, our brothers they’re all fine with it.  With us.”

The relieved laugh burst out of her before she could stop it.  Ellie joined in, tears streaming down her face too and it wasn’t until she let out a hiccup that Cara realized she was actually crying. “What’s wrong?” Cara wiped away the smeared mascara under Ellie’s eyes with her free hand.

“I just … I was afraid my mom might not be okay with me being in love with you but she was great.   Really, really great and I just … I’m kinda overwhelmed.”

Cara pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to Ellie’s lips.  “It’s okay,” she said when she drew back.  “I’ve got you.”

 


 

I was glad to get back to writing a flash fic this week.  I’m still overwhelmed by my To Do list but I had a spark of inspiration when I saw this pic and took the time to write it.

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Photography – Amaryllis

My mom got me this amaryllis for Christmas and it’s just now blooming.  When the sunlight hits it in the afternoons  the petals are almost translucent.  If I’d been more motivated I would have gotten out my macro lenses to get close-ups of the texture of the flower but I think the pictures I did get turned out quite nice.

Prism Book Alliance Guest Post: Outside the Margins – Writing What You Know

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Join me on Prism Book Alliance’s Outside the Margins column.  Today I discuss research for my novels.

I hope you’ll take a look and please leave a comment.  I’m open to any feedback or suggestions about what you’d like to hear from me in my monthly column.  Looking forward to seeing you there!

Flash Fiction Monday – No Story

I’m afraid this week I had to skip doing a flash fic.  I’m up to my ears in research and writing and my brain just wasn’t feeling up to the task.

So, be sure to join the flash fic group on Facebook and check out the links to the other author’s flash fics for this week!

I look forward to seeing you next Monday!