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From my brand new release: Cid. Here is the blurb for this new work:
Ask 26-year-old artist Cid Walker how he’s feeling and you’ll likely get a snarl, or a glare, but not a real answer. Cid’s soul is so damaged from a brutal and savage ex-fiancé that trusting anyone is out of the question.
Two classmates try to get his attention; Barry and Kellen. Barry is only 18 and a very naïve, sweet boy-next-door type who is young, needy, and anxious to get involved with the mysterious artist. He wants to be with Cid more than anything, but his efforts fail.
Kellen, all of 22, is as snarky as Cid is at first, but soon manages to get across to him. Kellen understands why Cid is acting out because Kellen is also keeping his soul and psyche intact with mere Band-Aids after being attacked a few years ago.
Add in a stalker that won’t take ‘no’ for an answer and you have Cid’s life at the moment. Who can get through his broken heart?
Another long snippet here; this is a couple hours later from the last scene:
Lunchtime at last. Cid scoped out the fare today; it didn’t look as awful as yesterday’s, but it still wasn’t up to what his appetite was pining for. Oh well, just one more thing to fix when he had the time.
He chose the California club and a side of sweet potato fries. Most people turned up their noses at them, but he craved the sweet spuds.
After he scanned the room for an empty spot, he was relieved to find one on the opposite side of where he was yesterday when that freak found him. A sudden shudder went through his body and he wondered if that guy was here again today. Maybe he’s part-time? Hopefully? Can he just leave me alone? Shit.
He shook his head and admonished himself for being a scared little girl.
Get a grip, Cid. He’s just an ass; don’t worry about him. Think about the mountain of homework you’ve got due!
After he got a firm grip on reality again, he sat down at the table and dove into his lunch.
Not two minutes later, a pair of pale hands appeared on the chair opposite him. His breath hitched and he glanced up slowly, hoping it wasn’t who he never wanted to see again.
“Mind if I join you?”
It was Barry.