The Hot Man:
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The Quickie:
Using Broken Wings to Fly
Written for the Goodreads Love is Always Write Event
Opening lines:
How did they expect him to retouch this damaged photo? George sighed and
carefully rubbed at a spot. Great, this was one of Lucian LeTour’s rare
remaining photos. The restorer hated feeling like he failed in his task. The
photo seemed damaged beyond repair. George rubbed around the downcast eyes.
The eyes flicked upward. They stared in terror.
George lunged back in alarm.
“Help me. Please help me. They know
where I hide. Help me.”
“Help you?” Recovering, he tried to sound nonchalant, though his
heart hammered louder than the cranky pump in the film-processing darkroom. “I
think I’ll pass. I have my hands full right now. My ex-wife calls twice a day,
just checking to see if I’ve gotten over being gay, my son ignores me, and my
boyfriend, who by the way, just bought a pair of pink leather oxfords, wants a fucking commitment. So, I’m tied up
at the moment, but I’ll have my people get back to you.”
Not that he had "people" anymore, since becoming a
falling-down drunk led to being fired from his spot on a national news show,
but what the fuck, it wasn't as if the angel was real. Since Afghanistan, George saw all kinds of shit that wasn't real.
Have a great weekend, and thanks for dropping in.
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