8 sentences of the “hurt”

900x1350_150DPI_Mended-FSWelcome to this weekend’s snippetry!

I had an amazing time last weekend at the author workshop, but it’s nice to get back to my routine too. This week’s snippet is from “Not the Doctor,” my hurt/comfort short for DsP’s Mended Anthology. I don’t think I’ve posted this one before–with a little creative license, it’s the opening 8.

A funeral dirge played in my head as I slung my small gym bag into the hall and followed it out the door. The day had come; I had no choice but to leave my apartment, walk out to the parking lot, and let George drive me to the hospital. I locked the door and steeled myself against the fear. Older brothers can smell fear, and reaching the age of fifty-five hadn’t tempered his propensity to go for the jugular. And it was only outpatient surgery. I’d be home within ten hours.

The next door opened as soon as I started down the hall. Kai peeked out and smiled; he didn’t come out into the hall, but his smile lit it up anyway.

Thanks for reading!

Don’t forget to check out the other snippets. If LGBT fiction is your thing, visit Seductive Studs & Sirens, for a grab-bag of great fiction visit Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday.

If you’d like to enter my giveaway celebrating Not the Doctor’s pre-orderability and my new artwork, click here. My contest runs through Sunday evening, PST. And until May 10th, every $10 spent in DsP’s store gets you a chance at winning a Kindle Paperwhite!

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9 thoughts on “8 sentences of the “hurt”

  1. Kai always seems to be there when the narrator needs a hug, doesn’t he?

    I can’t wait to read this story all at once, Charley—and that cover is awww-inspiring. 🙂

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