Hello and welcome to the weekend!

This week I’m sharing the last snippet from my holiday story. Next week is the cover reveal for my upcoming novel so I’ll switch to that story. 🙂

This snippet is after JB’s encounter with Mr. Welcome-to-Canada, a.k.a. Cal. It skips ahead a little in the same evening.

When I made it back to the hostel, the homeless man wasn’t leaned up against the tree anymore. I’d stopped along the way and picked up a foot-long sandwich and a twenty-ounce bottle of water for him. The weather had taken a turn, though, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise; of course he’d get out of the mist if he could. The ground floor of the hostel housed a restaurant and bar, and there he was, leaning against the building under the awning.

I couldn’t tell if he was sleeping or awake, so I approached slowly and quietly. When I stopped in front of him he turned his face up. Slowly, his expression became that of a man who’s just seen a ghost, and then he smiled.

“JB, I knew you’d come.”

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Hello and welcome to the weekend!

This week I did not forget what day it was, so I’ll be sharing a snippet from my holiday story. One more after this, and then I’ll switch it up. 🙂

In this snippet, JB gets a proper (ish) welcome to Canada, in the unisex washroom of a restaurant/bar. I’ve never had a pot pie like the one the gal served me at The Greedy Pig, so I set this scene there. Sort of. Haven’t decided how much to change the place in my story, especially since I love the name.

What do you guys think of The Greedy Cock? Too much?

Anyway, here it is.  🙂

Cal’s jeans were halfway to the floor by the time I locked the door behind me. The shock of seeing his large uncut cock bobbing—glistening in the harsh light of the bathroom—well, it about blinded me. It had been a long time since I’d seen anything like that… so well-illuminated.

But I remembered what to do with it soon enough and crossed the floor to where he stood, his back leaning against the clean, cream-colored wall. Cal was older than I’d guessed, if his gray bush was telling the truth, and I believed it a lot more than the dyed hair on his head.

Once he came, I was in unfamiliar territory. His posture and expression before I’d dropped to the floor in front of him suggested little desire for intimacy like kissing or making out. Which was fine with me, but that left…what?

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This week I jumped through the last couple of hoops, and am the proud owner of a shiny new degree (which should come in the mail within 6-8 weeks). So it’s appropriate that this week’s snippet shows someone going off on vacation. No vakay for me until I get a job (stay tuned; good news could be right around the bend).

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JB, my reluctant hero in Cascades, isn’t much for vacations, but after a conversation with his old friend Glow (here) he senses the timing might be right to get outta Dodge for a while. This snippet follows last week’s, with just a little cut out. The standard “first draft” warnings to squint apply, even though this is about 3rd draft material now.

The next day I sat in a cramped seat on the Amtrak—alone, but not in Upright. By that evening, I wouldn’t even be in the U.S. of A. anymore. And I’d thought my awkward and drunken stab at a normal life had been a complete waste of time. One weekend in Victoria, three months of wedded horror, and a quickie divorce left me with a passport card; that’s all you need to get in and out of Canada by train.

I watched the scenery go by and fantasized about never returning, about disappearing into a foreign country and just not going home. But I’m not like the man Glow was referring to, the one who left and didn’t come back.

I’m not the kind of man who breaks promises either and I’d promised Pete I’d be back at work by January second at the latest. I’d expected more of a fight, but he’d been cool, said it gave him an excuse to stay sober, or maybe rehire Glow and get lucky.

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This week will probably be a repeat of the last, in which I try but cannot visit even half of the snippets I’d like and feel horrible about it while I’m studying. Next week is my last, and then I’ll have my degree and two accompanying awards, so hopefully things will calm down a little then. But not too much, because then what would I write about?  🙂

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Here’s another snippet from my WIP Cascades, which I’m hoping will grow up to be a holiday novella even though I’ve hardly done any care-and-feeding of it in the past week. This is before last week’s—JB’s boss is a tad inebriated and just told him not to worry about helping him get home, because he doesn’t want JB to hurt his back.

I could’ve argued, but what good would it do? He could see the gray in my beard and the growth in my forehead better than I could.

I turned off the neon signs, locked the front door, stretched out on the fold-out cot in the storeroom, and waited for morning.

Most nights, before I fell asleep I’d get to the end of my favorite relaxation technique, but not that night. Not sure why but it had been the slowest Saturday night in history. Probably had something to do with how close it was to Christmas. I fell asleep with my perfect man only half-constructed. Half remembered.

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