Wednesday Briefs: October 7, 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 38 by J. Alan Veerkamp

“I can’t read this tonight.”

With a beleaguered sigh, Sawyer tossed the paperback on the end table. The prose was questionable, the plot barely existent, and he only purchased it because the swarthy pirate on the cover reminded him of Jimmy.

“You’re so sad, Sawyer.” He didn’t usually talk to himself, but the empty house felt abnormally hollow this evening.

Jada had left for her pottery class over an hour ago. Or was it her yoga class night? For the life of him, he couldn’t remember her schedule. Ugh, he’d been such a lousy husband. No wonder she’d wanted out.

 

Super Trooper #37 (8.4) by Julie Lynn Hayes

Chan swallowed. And then he took a deep breath. Evan’s hand at the base of his spine was a source of great comfort, as well as giving him the confidence to do what had to be done. He wasn’t surprised that his sister had surmised something was wrong. He must look terrible. He would have to try harder, if he wanted to keep her from falling apart. Laksha was very mature for her age. Already a young woman in many ways. Even so, this would not be easy for her.

He took a seat facing Laksha on the sofa, and felt Evan drop down beside him.  He took her hands in his own, his eyes locked on hers. He could see unease there, maybe even the beginning of panic. He squeezed her hands gently, to help keep her focused.

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Ancalagon Chapter Eight; by Cia Nordwell
 

“Bouncy?” I tossed him another tidbit from the bag, flicking it with the fork so he could jump and catch the bite. It’d become a game for him, but I was trying to see how high he could jump. Those powerful hindquarters definitely gave him some spring. “Springy?”  

He caught the next bite that I really hadn’t expected him to. “Wonderful!” I praised him, clapping. He skittered back, not liking the sound. “Aww,” I said. “Did I scare you?”  

That brought back another memory. I’d had many different staff to take care of me. My parents liked to hire academics

 

 

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