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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?
We pick up things with Cid and Barry’s coffee ‘date’.
At four on the dot, a knock was heard on Cid’s door. He actually snuck a quick look in the mirror and made sure his hair and beanie looked good. He’d trimmed his goatee that morning so he knew he looked pretty hot.
Wait, what was he doing all this for? This wasn’t a date. This was coffee.
Cid opened the door and saw Barry with his backpack missing. It was so big that not having it caught his eye first thing.
“Oh wow, I bet your back and shoulders feel better, huh?”
Barry cocked a brow. “Oh! Right, yeah.” He snickered. “I swear I feel like a camel with it on. Carrying my life on my shoulders. They’re taking a real beating.”
They paused and Barry shifted his weight back and forth. “Um, aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Cid had to stifle a laugh. What was this, the 1950’s? Who was this polite anymore?
“Come on in, kiddo. I need you to tell me which coffee you want.”
With a spring in his step, Barry joined him and perused the selection of coffees. He chose a dark blue pouch from the back and handed it to Cid.
Cid nodded and looked at the type. French Roast.
Of course it’d have to be French.
“Coming right up. I like Colombian myself.”
“Make yours first…I can wait.” Barry offered.
“But you’re the guest, right? I mean, that’s what my foster folks always told me. What little company we had we always had to wait.”
“Uh yeah, then do mine first if you want. I don’t really care about the coffee, Cid.”
The hair on Cid’s neck stood up as he turned to start making the beverage. He turned to face his guest.
“Oh? Just what the hell do you care about?” he asked in a direct, gruff tone. Barry backed away.
“Geez, dude. Just to talk, okay? Get to know you better. Holy fuck, is that such a crime?”
No, it wasn’t and Cid knew that, but his nerves were clearly getting the best of him.
“No,” he mumbled.