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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 a week after the lunchroom conversation with him and Barry.
A week had passed since anyone had spoken to Cid. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Barry tried to talk to him, for all the good it did.
The only thing on earth Cid wanted to do was paint. Maybe sketch, but either way he wanted to be away from everyone and not have to talk. Lord how he hated to talk. His words were always misconstrued, twisted, or taken out of context. All that used to win him was another blow from a strong hand; first from his foster parents and then from his ex-fiancé. Why the hell should he try anymore?
Today was especially awkward. He could feel Barry’s eyes on him and it made him more and more uncomfortable.
He had to remind himself that not everyone was the jerk-wad who’d ruined his life, but he had a very hard time telling himself the daily affirmation. For all he knew Barry was worse. No one could be better, that just wasn’t possible, was it?
As the professor prattled on about a particular composition, Cid doodled in his notebook. He’d loved to write and draw ever since he was a tot. As a grade schooler his notebooks would be half works of art and half notes. How he ever passed he didn’t know.
Cid rolled his eyes and knew the voice. It was Barry of course.