Wow, it’s still very strange to type ‘2020’. I’m still waiting on the flying cars, jetpacks, and Rosie the robot to do all the cooking and cleaning. LOL. How was your New Years? Ours was quiet…as neither my hubby or myself stayed up past 10 pm.
So now with this new year upon us, I’m filling up my calendar with all of the necessary medical items that a woman my age must do (groan). Work is fine, and the rest of my life is pretty stable; so let’s pray for another boring year (medically).
What is Rainbow Snippets? It’s a group of LGBT+ authors who post six sentences (or more) from a current WIP, published work or even something they’ve read that they want to rave about. Click on the link below the rainbow to be transported to a place of wonder where you will find tasters of everything from sweet romance, to hot and steamy, to fantasy and sci-fi.
This week I’m sticking with one of my older works again which was formerly “Refugees” but was re-named “This Time Around”.
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Can two lonely souls finally get a second chance on getting it right?
Robert can’t believe this has happened again. His heart is in tatters, all because of his once-again ex. Out of pure frustration, he takes matters into his own hands and gives boxing a try. All he gains is an injured hand, which needs the attention of a physical therapist.
David is overwhelmed and his heart is in denial over the sudden departure of the man he was in love with. As he tries to piece his life back together, a patient needing therapy walks into his clinic and the attraction is immediate; but the desire is not.
Can these two finally find a good relationship that will last and work this time around?
“Well, I think we’ll be working together awhile. Maybe later?” Robert offered.
David shrugged. “Yeah. Later.”
The exam continued at a snail’s pace. Robert’s fingers on his left hand were badly sprained; he couldn’t make a fist at all. David recommended at least three to six weeks’ worth of therapy and to make at least two appointments per week. Robert smiled to himself and tried to keep the visit going; but David snapped up his clipboard and waved him down. The evaluation was over.
David walked to his computer to set up the next session. “This time good for you?”
“Yeah, I don’t work late. What day do you have open?”
David paged through a couple of screens and finally answered. “Two days from now, how’s that?”
“Fine with me.”
“Well, we’re done for tonight. Take it easy until then. See you in two days.”
Robert smiled lightly. “See you then. Good night, David.”“Night.”
Not the best table-side manner; but if you were David, can you blame him?