Happy Sunday! I’m in the middle of my long weekend (have tomorrow off for MLK day). Work is fine, and family is too. I’ve been singeing on kitty time, gaming, Hulu, some hubby time, and drumming.
The weather was a little crazy Friday but we missed the big part of the worst of it. Whew! It could’ve been a very nasty ice storm. I’ve had enough of those for one lifetime!
In other news, I’ve started a new story and have a few others that just need a few more chapters until they’re ready for the red ink of the editor. Wish me luck!
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?
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.
After a long couple of minutes, David returned with several sheets of paper and a small pack of colorful putty. It was bright green and looked like the dough he’d play with as a child. He had a memory of pushing Serena’s face into a large puddle of it and laughing his ass off.
“What’s this?” he asked.
David put the papers down. “These are your exercises, which I want you to do every night for a week.” He held up the container. “This is therapy putty. It starts out soft but as your hand gets stronger I’ll change it out for tougher putty.”
Robert eyed the green goo. “What do I do with it?”
“I’ll show you.” David took it out of the container and rolled it into a ball. “Here, put this in the palm of your hand and press each finger into it one at a time.”
His curiosity piqued, Robert did as instructed and he smushed the ball into his hand. It felt cool and soft but wasn’t gooey at all; for which he was very grateful. He bent his index finger into the putty and made a small indent.
“Good! Now the middle finger.”
He strained a little and found he had to grit his teeth and close his eyes to try to concentrate harder. He made a tiny indent. After he opened his eyes, Robert groaned. “Damn.”
David clapped Robert’s shoulder. “Hey, no worries. That’s good for the first time! You sprained your hand pretty bad; it’ll take a while to heal the damage.”
I should charge all of this to Phillip. Fucker. He pissed me off.
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.