Monday, 19 September 2016

Monday Flash Fics: Lucky


Lucky

A door slammed somewhere in the distance. Tariq didn’t even flinch. He was used to all the noises by now.

He’d lost track of time. He’d no idea how long he’d been in this room. It wasn’t a cell. At least, there weren’t any bars on the small window, and the door was made of wood rather than steel. And yet, even though he knew he could walk out whenever he wanted, he might as well be incarcerated. What good was freedom if you’d lost all you had to live for?

At first he’d been too confused to do much except sit quietly and cry. He didn’t understand why he found himself here. This was not the way things were supposed to be. He’d known he was about to venture into an uncertain future when he signed up for the scheme, but nothing could have prepared him for this. Having no idea exactly where he was was the least of his problems. The unanswered questions killed him. Not knowing what would happen next…or when. Not knowing what he was supposed to do now. And most of all, not knowing what had happened to….

Tariq stopped himself from pursuing that particular line of thought. Nothing would be gained from indulging himself in those unanswerable questions. It had taken him some time to come to the conclusion. At first he’d allowed himself to spend all his time wondering, longing, fearing and yearning. He’d cried more tears than he cared to remember until at last he realised that madness was the only thing awaiting him along that path. Nobody could answer his questions so he’d stopped asking them.

Another door slammed and footsteps approached along the corridor outside his room. He wondered what it would be this time? Would they urge him to move on again? Ask him what he wanted to do next? When would they take his word for it when he told them he just didn’t care?

The footsteps stopped right outside his door and Tariq held his breath. He was so tired of all of this. If only they would leave him alone.

The door opened and in walked….

Tariq closed his eyes and opened them again. The vision in front of him was still the same. Could it be? Memories assaulted him. Paying all the money they owned to the man with the cruel smile. Boarding the boat which had been too small for the number of refugees. The sudden storm. Seeing Ayman fall overboard just before a large vessel had intercepted their smaller one. He’d been in shock; had allowed himself to be moved from the flimsy boat to the larger ship and subsequently to this room.

“There you are.” The voice confirmed what his eyes had refused to believe.

“Ayman.” His voice was choked and raw after days of being silent. “You’re here. You’re alive.”

Tariq watched as the man he loved more than life itself crossed the room and lowered himself to the mattress on the floor before opening his arms. “Come here.”

He crawled into Ayman’s arms, resting his head against his boyfriend’s chest. For a moment he wondered why they’d given Ayman a shirt when they’d left him with just his shorts and then he decided it didn’t matter.

“I thought you’d….” His voice broke. “When I saw you go overboard….”

“Sshh,” Ayman whispered. “You should have known. Don’t I always live up to my name?”

For the first time since they’d fled their home Tariq laughed. “Yes, you’re right. Ayman indeed. You always were a lucky bastard.”

****

596 words


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Monday, 12 September 2016

Monday Flash Fics - Sonny



Sonny

Damn!

Trevor cursed under his breath and counted his herd for the third time in five minutes. For third time he counted only twelve of them.

Fuck!

He’d only owned the animals for a few weeks and already he’d managed to lose one? 

Giving up on checking the numbers, he studied the individual animals, trying to determine which one was missing.

Sonny. Of course it was Sonny. After all, had the man who’d sold him the herd not warned him about that particular animal? Two weeks after the deal had been done, he could still hear the seller’s words clearly in his head.

“Don’t allow those large brown eyes and the way he appears to enjoy being petted fool you. That’s one devious bull. The others are fine and docile but I swear, if I didn’t know any better I’d say this one is possessed by some dark force.”

Trevor had laughed at the words, thinking them a joke, until he’d noticed the man was deadly serious.

And now the creature had disappeared. How that could have happened remained a mystery. Trevor had circled the whole enclosure and the fence was intact. Since bison weren’t known for their climbing skills, he’d no idea how Sonny could have gotten away.

The man had also said there shouldn’t be any problems provided the animals were kept well away from psychoactive substances. Despite the fact that Trevor had no idea why anybody would want to feed those to animals, or even why the idea would occur to a person, he’d put up the signs the man had given him when he delivered the animals. Suddenly he wished he’d asked what those drugs might do.

For the second time on his rounds he reached the storage stable, which he already knew to be empty of bison. He might as well give up. Wherever the cursed creature was, he clearly didn’t want to be found. He turned towards the entrance gate to the enclosure, ready to leave, when he heard a rustling sound from inside the ramshackle building.

What the fuck?

He’d checked the stable; he knew there was no bison hiding in there.

Another soft sound, suspiciously resembling laughter, reached his ear. With his heart beating a fast and loud rhythm in his chest, Trevor entered the stable, stopping on the threshold to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness.

“You clearly weren’t thinking.”

The deep voice appeared to come out of nowhere. Trevor peered into the darkness, trying to figure out who it belonged to while simultaneously trying to decide whether he should stay or flee.

“When he told you no psychoactive substances he meant all mind altering drugs. Did you have a look at the mushrooms in this field?”

Trevor felt as if his mind had short-circuited as a tall, broad shouldered, and naked man appeared from the shadows. He took in the long, flowing brown hair, nearly drowned in the huge deep brown eyes, and sighed. He didn’t understand any of it and couldn’t quite believe his conclusion either, but he knew who he was looking at.

“Sonny.”

****

520 words


It’s good to be back to writing flash fics. I hope you enjoyed this one. More stories based on the same image can be found in the Monday Flash Fics Group on Facebook. Check them out and enjoy!

Monday, 29 August 2016

Monday Flash Fics: Surprise


Surprise

When he opens the door to my room I’m determined to resist him this time. I can’t go on like this. It’s too much, too confusing. I feel as if I’m losing my mind, losing myself. I already lost my connection with the rest of the world weeks—or is it months?—ago.

“Hey babe, I’ve got a surprise for you?” His voice is soft and gentle and for a moment I dare to hope that this time….

“Close your eyes and keep them closed.”

Knowing better than to resist, I do as he asks. When he takes my hand and pulls me along, I follow. I’ve walked this route so often; not being able to see doesn’t make a difference anymore. If he let go of me I’d still find my way without walking into walls or furniture.

 I don’t count anymore, but I know the numbers. Four steps from where I stood to the door. I lift my feet so I don’t stumble across the threshold and am already turning left when I feel him pulling me that way. From now on I’m not entirely sure. It will either be five steps to the kitchen, seven to the living room or ten to…But I don’t want to think about that. He won’t take me there, why would he? I’ve done nothing wrong.

As always my heartbeat grows erratic when I take my sixth step. I hate not knowing what he has in store for me. He knows that, and thrives of it. It makes him laugh whenever he sees my anxiety.

Step seven and then we turn. I swallow the relieved sigh before it can escape.

“Now look what I made for you.” He sounds excited.

I open my eyes. A fucking blanket fort. I nearly say the words out loud. “That’s great”, I say instead. I turn my head to face him while hoping the forced smile on my face will convince him.  

“Get in. Sit down.”

He pushes me towards his construction and I silently admit to myself that he’s done an amazing job. His fort looks like one of those tents nomads in the desert live in. The fairy lights are a nice touch. He’s trying to be nice and romantic.

As soon as we sit down, he presses his lips against mine and claims me…again. I wrap my arm around his waist, where I know he likes and expects to feel it.

He pulls back, leaving his hand on my cheek and softly stroking my face and neck. “See babe, I take care of you. Aren’t you happy to be here? Aren’t you grateful for everything I do for you?” His voice still sounds gentle, but I catch the edge, I hear everything he doesn’t say, I know what will happen if I don’t appreciate his efforts enough.

I stay quiet for too long and his grip on my cheek grows tighter, his fingers pushing hard into the side of my neck.

“You’re mine.” His voice is harsh.

He’s right, I’m his.

I couldn’t have known that accepting his offer of a nightcap would mean the end of my freedom. Weeks—or has it been months?—ago he brought me to his home. I haven’t left it since. No matter how pretty he tries to make it, this place is my prison, and he’s my jailor.

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562 words. And before anybody asks; yes I do have plans to do more with this particular flash. J


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Monday, 22 August 2016

Monday Flash Fics: Bait


Bait

I stare down the street, studying people walking by while trying very hard not to pay attention to the arm around my neck pulling me closer to the man behind me who’s wearing even less clothes than I am. It is our fourth night here, and the proximity isn’t getting any easier.

“You’re tense. What’s wrong?” Cal whispers the question into my ear, cigarette smoke travelling up my nose as he exhales.

“Nothing,” I lie. “I’m just fed up standing here like a fool, waiting for something that may never happen.”

“It already happened,” Cal replies. “That’s the reason we’re here.”

He’s right of course. If it hadn’t been for the violent attack on a group of gay friends five days ago, we would probably have been sitting behind our desks, typing up reports, or responding to calls about domestic disturbances or missing people. But a young man died on the way to hospital that night, and as a result Cal and I are undercover, hoping to lure the culprits out, provoke them into another attack.

A sudden hush falls over the street. Music still blares from the various bars but where up to a moment ago people had been talking, calling out and even singing, everybody has fallen silent now and they are hurriedly making their way indoors. The tightening of Cal’s arm is the only indication he’s noticed the change too.

“Told you all faggots are cowards.” The triumphant voice is loud enough to be heard over the blaring music.

“Game’s on.” Cal’s voice sends shivers down my spine and the feeling has nothing to do with the impending danger. In fact, I welcome whatever shit storm is about to erupt around us. Admiring my partner from a relatively safe distance has been hard enough. The past four nights of pretending to be the couple I’d love us to be, has stretched my restraint and nerves to their limits.

The men have spotted us and as they turn and take their first steps in our direction, my attraction to Cal is suddenly the furthest thing from my mind. Shit’s about to get real.

And then they’re upon us, surrounding us, their grinning faces sinister in the red neon light. I see glimpses of knives and knuckle dusters. Suddenly our disguise leaves me feeling exposed and vulnerable. Where’s a stab vest when you need one?

Cal releases me and turns until we stand back to back, facing the six man surrounding us.

“Remember, the first punch is mine,” the largest of our attackers says. “We’ll show these abominations what real men are made of.” He raises his fist and hits out, but I’m ready and catch his hand with mine before it can connect with my face and push back. When he falls and lands on his back it only enrages his mates more. They come at us from all sides. I deflect as many hits as I can, but there are too many of them, not enough of us. Cal curses behind me and not turning around to check on him is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.

“Freeze!” The loud shout has the desired effect as the four men still standing take a moment to check their surroundings, recognise our uniformed colleagues, and look for a way to escape.

Minutes later it’s all over. The men have been handcuffed and are being led away.

“You two okay?” Our sergeant studies us as he asks the question.

I nod and turn in time to see Cal do the same.

“Good,” our superior says. “You two are off duty for the next five days. Good work.” He turns and walks away.

“I’ll see you.” I say, almost sorry the case has been closed and there’s no need for us to pretend to be a couple anymore.

“Not so fast.” Cal’s arm is back around me, except now we’re face to very close face. My heart stutters when he presses his lips against mine. “I’ve wanted to do that for the past two years,” he says. “Never realised you felt the same until I noticed your boner every time I pulled you close.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Your place or mine?”

****


699 words

It’s been a while, but at last I managed to write another flash. Sure, it’s two-hundred words longer than it should be, but at least I’ve writing something. The picture was chosen by Brigham Vaughn, and as always, other stories based on the same image can be found in the Monday Flash Fics Group on Facebook.

Monday, 25 July 2016

Monday Flash Fics: Reminiscence



Reminiscence

Shane leant against the window as his mind took him on an all too familiar journey.

 How had he ended up here? Had it really only been a few months since he’d lived the life of riley in Florida? If he closed his eyes he’d see the beach, feel the sunshine and hear those accents again. He’d felt at home there, as if he belonged. He’d taken a risk, had been a thorough bastard in the process, but he’d really believed it was for the best. He’d been so sure going away would kick start a new life; give him the opportunity to start from scratch. He’d expected to stay in America for years, if not forever.

He opened his eyes and gazed upon the grey world outside the window. The contrast couldn’t be starker. He’d gambled and he’d lost. He’d come to believe in karma too, and had no doubt that it was indeed a bitch.

Except that he was being selfish again. He wasn’t paying the price, not really. No matter how unlucky and inconvenienced he felt, at least he’d live, which was more than he could say for….

“Uncle Shane,” Danny’s high pitched voice prevented him from delving even further into the darkness of his thoughts. “I’m ready, Uncle Shane. Are we going to see mammy now?”

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against his hand for a moment, before forcing his mouth to stretch into the semblance of a smile, and turning to face the beautiful five year old boy. Danny hopping from foot to foot, clearly excited to go and see his mother, momentarily lifted Shane’s mood. To be able to see the world through the eyes of a child. Shane clung to the thought and walked towards his nephew, pulling on a long-sleeved T-shirt on his way.

“Let’s go, munchkin.” He took the boy’s hand when Danny reached out for him. “Can’t keep your ma waiting.”

****

324 words.

While the above can be read as a flash, I think it may well end up as the start of or inspiration for, a scene or chapter in Redemption, the third book in the trilogy I’m working on at the moment. We’ll see.


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Monday, 18 July 2016

Monday Flash Fics: Caught


Caught

Lars enjoyed the feeling of the cooling sand between his toes as he slowly walked towards the entrance of the party area. He stared at it while trying to work out whether the gate constructed out of crates and paddles combined with the flashy lights and bright colours made the place look garish or delightful. He’d never seen it from this side before tonight.

A loud burst of laughter, coming from inside the area almost made him stop walking. Would he get away with it, or would someone take one look at him and realise he didn’t belong?

He’d noticed this activity on what used to be a deserted beach for the first time a month ago. He’d kept an eye on the people who’d taken over the island. One person in particular he’d been studying very closely.

He took a few more steps towards the entrance, realising that standing still and staring at the place was far more conspicuous than just walking in would be. It was almost disappointing when nobody gave him a second glance when he entered. Nobody that is, except for a tall, blond, broad-shouldered, and very handsome young man.

Three hours later Lars knew he had to leave. The longer he stayed, the bigger the chance he’d be found out. He could feel the moment drawing nearer, and he wanted to be back where he belonged when it happened.

“Do you really have to go?” Stephen looked at Lars imploringly. “Surely you can stay?”

Lars shook his head. “No, I’m sorry but I can’t. Not tonight.”

“I’ll see you around tomorrow then?”

He wanted to say yes. Stephen was the reason he’d come here in the first place. He’d spotted him on the beach, and swimming in the sea and he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off him.

“No,” he said, the regret in his voice genuine. “You won’t see me tomorrow. I may be back next week though.” He took a step back, the knowledge that he’d almost run out of time battling with his reluctance to say goodbye.

“I’ll be counting the days.” Stephen bent forward and surprised Lars by pressing his lips against Lars’s.

He didn’t look back as he walked away from the party and didn’t relax until he got to the end of the short beach, rounded the rocky outcrop, and found himself alone again.  The water was warm and welcoming as he walked into the sea. The change started as soon as the sea level reached his hips. Within seconds his legs had merged together again. One powerful flick of his tail had him below the waves, back in his element…but alone again.

Yes, he would be back. And if the myths were right, every subsequent time he left the water it would be easier to stay in the human form.

Unable to resist taking one last look he emerged from the water, a safe distance away from the still crowded party area.

“Hey!” A blond head appeared from the water in front of him, a wide grin brightening Stephen’s face as his legs kicked below him to keep him from sinking. 

“You didn’t really think I’d let you get away, did you?”

****

536 words

When Theo Fenraven suggested this picture I commented that ‘even I should be able to stay away from the dark with this one…I think.’ Whether or not I succeeded, I leave entirely up to you. J


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Monday, 11 July 2016

Monday Flash Fics: Training




Training

I watched him closely as he walked towards me, two mugs of coffee in his hands. It was our fifth meeting that week, and I searched his face for signs that he was happy to see me and might even be looking forward to these all too short moments we would spend together. My soldier's expression gave nothing away.

“Hey.” He smiled at me, and bent forward to softly brush his lips again mine.

My hands ached to pull him close to me, hold him tight and devour that delectable mouth of his. Not wanting to burn both of us with spilled hot coffee I reigned myself in and accepted the mug when he handed it to me.

We talked, we kissed and we drank coffee. I fought to keep the anguish I felt from showing on my face as he, not for the first time, shared his thoughts with me. He couldn’t hide his excitement whenever he spoke about the day first contact had been made with Cidra. He’d been ten at the time, and from that moment forward his one goal in life had been to go there. 

As soon as my mug was empty I made my kisses more demanding. His response was instant and hungry; the soft groan escaping his throat delighted me as much as it scared me.

I deepened our kiss further and stroked the inside of his thigh, allowing my hand to move ever closer to his crotch. His breathing changed, his kisses became more frantic and I wasn’t surprised when my hand encountered his erection. A flash of pure joy shot through me. I’d done that. My touch had brought him there.

The piercing sound of a whistle shattered my moment of happiness.

He pulled back and for a moment I allowed myself to believe he did so reluctantly.

“I have to go.” His voice was toneless. “The sensor must have received the required information. I’ve passed the test.” His lips curved upwards, but I wasn’t convinced he was really happy. “You trained me well,” the smile he gave me then was genuine. “Thank you. I don’t think I could have done it without you.”

While I sat there, lost for words, and desperately searching for a reason to keep him around for just a few more minutes, he bent towards me, gave me one last kiss and took the cup out of my hand. “Goodbye.”

I stayed schtum as he got up, turned and walked away without a backwards glance. The next day he’d get on that spacecraft and leave for Cidra. He’d passed his final test. He would have no problem fitting into a society where the vast majority of the population was pansexual. The fulfilment of his dream—to be part of the first exchange group to travel to that distant planet—meant the end of mine.

It had taken him five days to learn to appreciate being intimate with a man. It had taken me the same amount of time to lose my heart to a man I would never see again.

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513 words.

Trust me to take what looks like a happy picture and…. J

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