We are still fresh into the new year and now my job is kicking into higher gear. For those who don’t know, I work in the accounting field. I’m not a CPA, but there are other items that occur only at year-end (like 1099’s) that need to be done and are a big time commitment.
In other news, medically I’ve filled up about the first four months of the year with some sort of appointment or the other. Eyes, GP, ears…oy. The list could be huge given the gamut of specialists out there. Luckily, I don’t need that many. (yet).
Drumming is a workout for my arms and my recently-wounded shoulder. I take it a little easy when going after the floor tom or ride cymbal, but so far so good. 🙂
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?
Robert smiled lightly. “See you then. Good night, David.”
Two days later, Robert showed up right on time. Again, it was quiet as a tomb. He rapped on the glass door. “David? I’m here. It’s Robert.”
“Oh, hey. How ya doing? How are the fingers?”
“They hurt pretty bad tonight. Had to do a fair share of typing today and it’s not easy one-handed.”
David directed him to a therapy bed; Robert sat down. “Let’s see what we can do for that.”
What a difference two days made. His therapist sounded more human already and he’d lay odds he felt a little better from whatever was eating at his soul the other night. Robert took in David’s appearance again. He looked far more attractive than he did that first night. His hair wasn’t mussed, he was clean-shaven, and he looked awake. David held Robert’s hands gently. He was a real pro. Robert found the smoothness of the therapist’s hands soothing. Robert opened his mouth and was about to ask a question, but David cut him off.
“So, how are you tonight?”
“I’m good. A little worn out from work. You?”
“Not bad, actually. Thanks.” He examined Robert’s fingers. “Can you do this?” He demonstrated flexing all five fingers.
Robert tried his best as he strained to make the injured fingers move like he wanted, but had no luck. “No. Not yet I guess.”
“It’s alright. We’ll get you fixed up.” He smiled a little and Robert felt more at ease.
“I hope so. At least one part of my life can be fixed up.” He didn’t want to spill his guts to a total stranger but he kinda saw David as a bartender at the moment. He was an ear anyway.
David cocked a brow. “Oh? Things a little stressful in your day job?”
“Just a little.”
“Let’s get those tendons soothed. I’ll be right back.” David left and Robert sighed. He kept his hand elevated and his lips sealed. His heart was broken and his mind was a muddled mess.
In 1998 I was in physical therapy for my knees. The PT was named David. He wasn’t nearly as hot as this David, but he was a very patient and nice guy.