Hooray for cortisone! I was petrified of the shot but thanks to some icy sensation of liquid ether (I think) I didn’t feel a thing except the cold. Ahhhh. So refreshing! Now to get full use of m y shoulder back. I’m juuuust about there.
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 changing it up…I’m diving into one of my older works again which was formery “Refugees” but was re-named “This Time Around”. I last posted about this on January 19th 2019 (wow almost a year ago)…here’s where things left off:
A much longer-than-normal snip for context.
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?
On this night, he sat quietly in his office; it was 7 o’clock. Only one more hour to go. His emerald eyes stared off into the distance, completely barren. His face was unshaven for the past three days and he was surprised at how good a beard he grew in such a short time. He felt calm, very tired, yet oddly placid. It was like the calm before the storm.
He’d sent the daytime helper home so he was flying solo. The doorbell chimed and someone rapped on the receptionist window. David hurried over to and opened the glass door a mere two inches to peer at the customer.
“Can I help you”? David asked, his voice sounding tired.
The man cocked a brow and nodded. “Yeah, hi. Dr. Nathan Clark referred me here for some hand therapy.”
David frowned and looked down at the appointment screen on the computer but honestly didn’t see anything. “Do you have an appointment?”
The customer’s eyes widened. “Oh, I thought my doctor’s office made it for me. Can you see me as a walk-in right now?”
“I guess I could do that. I need to do an evaluation first. Here, fill this out if you can, and then come on back”. David handed him a clipboard with the generic paperwork attached.
“Okay. Got a pen?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Here. Just knock on the window when you’re done.”
The man nodded. “Sure thing. Oh, hey, what’s your name?”
David paused for a moment and had to laugh at himself for forgetting his own name. He felt like he was asleep. “What? Oh yeah. David. David Griffin.”
The patient smiled back. “Hi David, I’m Robert Marshall.”
“Nice to meet you. Well, just lemme know when you’re done.” David slapped the glass window shut.