The sun was setting when I got my answer. Tinn and Wenn refused to say, their already large eyes getting wider. They kept their ears swiveling as we entered the trees and didn’t stop as we traveled between the blackened trunks.
It wasn’t as if they’d been burned. There was no scent of smoke in the air. None of the strong smells like that emitted from my forge as I fed it hardwood to make coal beds to craft metal into artistic marvels. No. These were… sick? Dead? There was a scent of something about them, not right.
Turnabout by Sarah Hayes
He licked his lips slowly, painfully. The desert wind and high altitude had turned them into cracked husks, and he was making a futile attempt to revive them into their original healthy forms. His tongue only made them feel worse. And, of course, the whiskey hadn’t helped.
He stumbled slightly as he walked down the pitiful excuse of a dirt road that cut through town. Somehow, he had survived the weekly bender at the lodge, featuring 200 proof alcohol and posole so hot it should be made into plutonium pits, and was now navigating solo back to his office, where he’d probably fall asleep at his desk after putting in a few hours of work.
Super Trooper #14 (3.0) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Chan was disappointed that Evan had to leave him, but he understood the man had a job that required him to work unusual hours, including weekends. He himself worked two Saturdays a month at the S&L. These were only half days, as they closed earlier on that day than they did during the week, and he received an entire day off in recompense which made that arrangement a lot easier to take. Knowing Evan wanted to see him again so soon made him very happy.
And more than that, Evan had invited him to his own home. Chan was almost giddy at the thought of seeing Evan’s personal space. Did he want Chan to sleep over? He hadn’t said anything, and Chan didn’t want to assume.
A guy could hope, right?