Wednesday Briefs: September 9, 2020

Here is a list of all the authors flashing this week, along with a brief snippet from their latest free work. Click the link after the snippet to be taken to the complete story on the author’s home page.

Phases of Moon: Part 30 by J. Alan Veerkamp

The county courthouse doors swung wide and Sawyer stepped down the short stairwell to the sidewalk, Jada by his side. Fall beginning to set it, the breeze held a slight chill as the season threatened to turn. Midday pedestrians passed each other without words on the sparsely populated street. Staring down at the pavement, Sawyer made an effort not to step on the sidewalk’s seams. No need to invite any bad luck today.

“That was easier than I expected.”

Jada’s somber exhale mimicked his mood. “A little anticlimactic.”

“Our marriage dissolved with a few signatures and a rubber stamp. I’m not sure how to feel.”

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Super Trooper #33 (7.3) by Julie Lynn Hayes

Evan enjoyed the other couple’s company, but he also appreciated having Chan to himself when they went out. One of the nice things about Partners, other than the fact that gay men and women were more than welcome, was that nobody paid attention to PDAs. While Evan wasn’t one to unnecessarily give the other customers a show, he was becoming more open and relaxed about showing his feelings for Chan, and didn’t feel self-conscious about kissing him in public.

He leaned toward Chan and softly kissed his neck, nuzzling him as he inhaled the citrusy scent that lingered from the soap they’d both used in the shower. There was something about the smell of lemon

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Ancalagon: Chapter Four by Cia Nordwell

They were gone. Straightening, I groaned as my back protested. Should I move on, try to find a camping spot?

“Wonder if they left any grubs?” Maybe I could preserve one. A small one. The big ones looked like they had pincers that could break a specimen jar if I didn’t get them sedated fast enough.

I stepped around the tree, eyeing the deep hole the big one left behind. A progenitor, most likely. Older siblings rarely had the patience to spend that amount of time feeding the young of a pack. That role typically fell to parents while adolescents

 

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