Wednesday Briefs: Now You See It

Avery is back this week with a standalone story. After reminiscing with a friend, she had a good story idea that fit with one of the picture prompts.

Before we get to that, remember that the stories need to be 500-1000 words and use a prompt. This week’s story inspiration came from a story when Avery was in Colorado watching a meteor shower. The picture prompt was a UFO spacecraft. You know, a basic silver flying orb, not the fancy mega-ship from Independence Day. I should note, too, that the story is set in the Midwest, and not in Colorado.

Be sure to check in with the other Briefers! Their links are found after the story.

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Photo courtesy of Kevin Mitnak

Now You See It

by

Avery Dawes

Brilliant oranges and vivid yellows filled the sky as the sun began its descent below the horizon. Jeff couldn’t believe his luck. A comfortable makeshift love nest in the bed of his pick-up truck, gorgeous scenery in a secluded location, and the most handsome man snuggled in his arms.

“This is the best idea! I’ve never watched a meteor shower in such a romantic place.” Liam nuzzled Jeff’s neck, nipping lightly at the skin.

Jeff tilted his head to the left, giving his hottie better access. “Mm, babe…you keep doing that and you’re going to get a meteor shower of a different kind.”

“Well, since I really want to see the Perseids, maybe I’ll have to slow down my teasing.” After a wink, and one last, lingering nip, Liam wiggled out of Jeff’s arms and sat up. “I think I’m ready for a drink. Where’d you hide the vodka?”

The sight before him was a supreme distraction. Because of the warm August air, the guys had shed their shirts soon after Jeff had parked. The man who now sat facing the sunset was nothing but sinewy muscle and tanned skin. His jet black shoulder-length hair had escaped its tie and now ruffled in the light breeze. Continue reading

Wednesday Briefs: Close Call

This week Avery is piggy-backing on a flash fiction piece she wrote on Monday. This week’s Wednesday Briefs piece is titled Close Call and features Daniel and Ian. If you read Swiss Delight, this story is set a couple of days after that one.

Don’t worry, we’ll catch-up with Det. Henry LaSalle and his nightmares soon, but this week we’ll be in Switzerland with the boys.

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Photo courtesy of Kevin Mitnak

The writing prompt in this story was the use of: Nature, First, and Wish. See if you can spot them in the story. Remember, too, the story has to be 500-1000 words.

Don’t forget to check out stories from the rest of this week’s Wednesday Briefs crew (you’ll find their links below).

Close Call

by

Avey Dawes

Daniel glanced at the clock before shutting down his computer. It was half past six. Technically his work day ended at five o’clock sharp. Swiss bankers were dedicated—at least in theory—so he’d agreed to stay late at his boss’s request. What a long ass day! He shook his head and donned his wool overcoat. Hopefully Ian would be in the mood to go for a beer tonight. Daniel was in desperate need of several.

The security guard nodded as Daniel pushed through the outer door and onto the bustling sidewalk of Route de Verbier Station. Lovely. His walk home would be filled with wealthy European skiers on holiday. With any luck, he could avoid being whacked by a pair of snow-covered skis.

He skillfully rounded a group of French women who were well on their way to inebriation. Taking in his coat, tie, and worn leather briefcase, they pointed and giggled, smiling flirtatiously. Not going to happen. You don’t have any parts that interest me. At least their bright parkas made them easy to spot—and avoid.

The crowds never relented as he turned onto Rue de Médran. Only a couple more blocks until I’m home. Not that Daniel enjoyed calling the shabby studio home. However, it was all he and Ian could afford in the pricey resort town.

When they’d spoken of moving to Switzerland, Daniel had envisioned a modest chalet on a green meadow, surrounded by nature and the bucolic sound of tolling cow bells. Ian, though, had other wishes. He liked being in the heart of the action—both skiing and nightlife. Daniel relented when Credit Suisse offered him a nice signing bonus. Between his salary and Ian’s, they could afford to live just outside Place Centrale. Continue reading

Wednesday Briefs: Coming Home

Thanks to Jonas and the copious amounts of snow received, Avery had time to write a story for this week.

This is a new set of characters so I hope you enjoy them! Thanks to Julie for helping with edits and coming up with a title.

Shh…the story doesn’t include a prompt but does fall within the word count of 500-1000 words.

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Photo courtesy of Kevin Mitnak

Coming Home

by

Avery Dawes

Detective Henry LaSalle pushed through the squad room doors. Exhaustion etched the deep lines of his normally youthful face while his meticulously pressed suit sported a number of wrinkles as well as several smudges of unknown origin.

A round of applause arose from the remaining officers and investigators. Shouts of “good job” and “way to go” greeted LaSalle’s now reddened ears.

He ducked his head, throwing up his hand in a wave of thanks. LaSalle was never comfortable with being the center of attention, even in situations where praise was more than warranted.

The yearlong investigation had culminated less than an hour ago with LaSalle cuffing the alleged murderer and stuffing him into the back seat of a black and white. However, LaSalle’s job wasn’t finished just because the perp was in lock-up. He pulled out his desk chair and sank heavily into the worn black leather. He tugged at his already loosened tie, waiting for his computer to start up.

“Henry, why don’t you just head home? Get some sleep?” Lt. Anson Denton gently pushed a perfectly aligned pile of file folders to the side and made himself comfortable on the corner of LaSalle’s desk. “That paperwork will still be here in the morning.”

LaSalle leaned back in his chair and scrubbed his hands over his eyes. “I suppose you’re right.” He sat forward, staring hard into his supervisor’s face. “Fact is, I couldn’t tell you when I last slept.”

“It’s been what? Over thirty-six hours since you got that tip?” Denton leaned closer to LaSalle and lowered his voice. “Go home and snuggle up next to Jerrod.”

LaSalle sighed, contemplating just how much energy it would take to make that happen. But the thought of Jerrod…being able to touch him and be held by him…was enough to motivate his weary bones. LaSalle punched the power button on his computer and pushed to his feet.

He nodded at Denton. “You know what? I think that’s a great idea. I’ll see you in the morning—but it won’t be first thing.”

His boss chuckled. “Let’s say nine. I think you deserve to sleep in.”

“You’re too gracious, Lieutenant.” With that, LaSalle headed toward the door.

* * * *

Henry sent a quick text, alerting Jerrod that he was finally on his way home. His unmarked car rumbled to life, and before he knew it, Henry was on autopilot to the quiet rowhouse they shared. As he passed his third fast food restaurant, the smell of grilled burgers filtered into his car. His stomach suddenly remembered it was hungry—as in ravenous. Jerrod would kill him for bringing home a burger and fries, but he was always up for trying to bribe his man. It didn’t hurt that Jerrod had a soft spot for strawberry milkshakes.

He shoveled fries into his mouth as he drove. He even managed to polish the burger off before opening the front door of his home. Henry quickly brushed off his shirt. No visible evidence…although, Jerrod would know. He always did. That ridiculous sixth sense of his.

“Babe, you’re home.” Jerrod rushed in for a hug and a kiss, but stopped short when he saw the plastic cup in Henry’s outstretched hand.. “And you have a strawberry milkshake. What did you do?”

“Nothing, darling. I figured since I haven’t been around much, the least I could do—”

Jerrod pressed a finger to Henry’s lips, halting his excuse. “I know how tough that case was for you. I’m so glad you were able to solve it and bring in the bad guy.” He took the cup out of Henry’s hand. “Why don’t you grab a shower while I enjoy my shake? Then, I’ll meet you in bed.”

“Jer, I’m not going to be worth anything tonight. I just…”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Jerrod wrapped his arms around Henry. He pressed a soft kiss to Henry’s neck. “Change in plans. I’ll draw a bath for you, get you cleaned up, and then tuck you into bed.”

A small smile appeared on Henry’s mouth. “I like the sound of that much better.” He gave Jerrod a squeeze before whispering, “And you’ll hold me when the nightmares come, right?”

Hearing his tough detective’s voice sound so shaky and unsure nearly broke Jerrod’s heart. “Of course, babe. You didn’t need to ask.”

to be continued…

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Wednesday Briefs: Touchdown

Avery is back with another flash fiction piece about Cam and Marcus. If you recall, around Thanksgiving, Cam had been blown off by his sort-of boyfriend back in the States. Marcus was a cute Argentine IT worker, who’d taken an interest in Cam.

Things are progressing between the two. See how Christmas vacation went in this edition.  And don’t let the title fool you…no football–or soccer–in this one! Once you’re done, check out the links at the bottom for the other Wednesday Briefers!

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Photo courtesy of Kevin Mitnak

Touchdown

by

Avery Dawes

The plane jerked before dropping several hundred feet in altitude. Cam awakened with a jolt. “Please, God…” He white-knuckled the armrests and squeezed his eyes shut tight as the plane continued its abrupt descent.

“We’ve hit a line of powerful thunderstorms.” The pilot’s voice sounded as shaky as Cam felt. “Remain seated and stay calm. We’re about a hundred miles from Buenos Aires. I’m afraid we’re in for a bumpy ride the remainder of the trip.”

“Lovely. That just figures. The only luck I’ve had of late is bad luck,” Cam muttered. He’d either been in the air or entertaining himself in airport lounges since Sunday evening. Burlington had been peaceful and serene when he left, a light blanket of pure white snow covering the ground. Now, he’d be landing in the middle of a strong storm. Nothing like going from winter to summer in a day…or was it two? That’s right, it’s the wee hours of Tuesday morning.

No way was he going to sleep through this. His heart thudded in his chest. Cam worried they might not survive this battle with Mother Nature. Good thing you skipped dinner in Bogota. Otherwise…yeah…not going there. If the ride got any wilder, he’d be dry heaving into that little bag. Growing up, Cam was the kid who feigned sickness to get out of a visit to the amusement park.
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Wednesday Briefs: Blessing in Disguise

It’s a Thanksgiving edition of Wednesday Briefs. Avery worked on a stand alone story just for the holiday. She hopes you enjoy the foreign setting in addition to Cam and Marcus. By the way, she’s been learning Spanish so hopefully her vocabulary is up-to-par in the story!

This week’s prompt was “mashed potatoes.” Trust her, it’s in the story! And, yes, her story comes in under 1,000 words.

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Photo courtesy of Kevin Mitnak

Blessing in Disguise

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Avery Dawes

Twas the day before Thanksgiving, and all was…well, normal, considering Argentinians didn’t celebrate the occasion. Just another working Wednesday.

Why haven’t I heard from Brett? Cam had spent the day checking his email in between meetings, hoping for a message from his sort-of boyfriend back in the States. He’d tried to reach him last night, but no luck. Brett’s flight was due to arrive in Buenos Aires later today. Maybe his cell phone was dead or didn’t have service? Or maybe something worse…like Brett wasn’t coming. Cam felt like a fool, dreaming about spending a cozy long weekend, trying to cement their crumbling relationship.

Cam dropped his head into his hands. “Should’ve known better,” he mumbled Ever since he’d been assigned abroad, Brett had been pulling away. Cam hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it, but the generic break-up email shouldn’t have been a surprise. “Asshole,” he muttered, “at least he could’ve called.”

A knock sounded on his door. “Cam, do you have a minute?” Continue reading

Wednesday Briefs: Bear to Bear, Chapter 2

This week it’s back to Trooper Jared Kingsley and the shapeshifter he managed to hit. Are you reading for the next chapter?? Avery sure hopes so!

This week’s prompt was “Just hold me, please.” I don’t think you’ll have too much trouble spotting it. And, yes, my flash comes in below the 1000 word limit. Yay!

Without further delay…

Photo courtesy of Kevin Mitnak

Photo courtesy of Kevin Mitnak

Bear to Bear, Chapter 2

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Avery Dawes

Coal Carter groaned long and low as his mind slowly returned to consciousness. He lay there—wherever there might be—eyes closed, not wanting to face the drama which awaited him.

Last thing he remembered was being chased by a mountain lion. Normally, whenever he ran across a big cat, they avoided each other. This time, though, the female lion was pissed about something and decided to take her aggravation out on Coal—in his bear form. Damn women.

Rain splashed against his naked body, rousing him further. Guess I’m back in human form. But what’s with all this pain?

“What in the hell…” an unknown tenor voice asked. “Fuck…how am I supposed to call this in?”

Footsteps sounded close to Coal’s head.

He cracked his eyelids. After a moment he was able to take in the sight of wet pavement and black boots. His eyes followed those boots to dark green trousers, fitted snuggly against muscular thighs. Quit checking him out! Tilting his head, his eyes continued their journey. Skip the package, Coal, now’s not the time. Gun belt with an empty holster. Rut roh. He checked the man’s hands. Yep, there it was—a pistol gripped securely in the man’s left hand. Continue reading

Wednesday Briefs: Bear to Bear

This week Avery’s back in business…so to speak. She’s finally made time to work on a piece of flash fiction. It is slightly—very slightly—inspired by real world events and a prompt. It will hopefully be a longer series…keep your fingers crossed! Her muse has been hit or miss of late.

This week’s prompt was making an Ozzy Osbourne reference. I’m sure you’ll spot it with no problem.

Remember these flashes have to be under 1000 words.

Bear to Bear

by

Avery Dawes

Rain fell harder as Trooper Jared Kingsley jogged to his patrol car. Nothing like a busy, rainy first day of early shift. Jared despised the dreaded six-to-four, made worse today by bad thunderstorms which tripped several residential alarms, necessitating a police response.

“If I get one more friggin alarm,” Jared grumbled from his dry car. He punched the clearance code into his mobile computer before allowing his head to thunk against the headrest. Nothing like being soaking wet after only two hours of work. He raked a hand through his now-flattened hair.

He’d hit the snooze button one too many times to eat breakfast before he left home. Now he was paying for it—his stomach rumbled loudly, making even the squawk of the radio seem quiet. Jared queried the pending calls for service. “Thank God,” he breathed. Nothing in his area of the county.

No sense in jinxing myself. Jared put the car in gear and turned the wipers on high. He’d head to The Grind, his favorite coffee shop, while the going was good.

As the police radio chatter subsided, Jared decided he needed some good music to help him get through this miserable day and began punching buttons. By the third station, he found some classic rock. Now Ozzy Osbourne was something he could get into. Unless…Jared pounded the steering wheel. Why did it have to be ‘Crazy Train’? That could only be a sign of bad things to come.

Three days ago, Jared had worked night shift. He’d never dealt with so many crazy people in his life. It seemed like the calls for suicidal and mental subjects kept coming, one right after the next. Maybe, he told himself, you shouldn’t be complaining about running alarms in the rain. At least you don’t have to talk to anyone, and you definitely don’t have to pretend wearing a foil helmet works to keep aliens at bay.

He had to chuckle at that. He’d been dispatched to a man wielding a shotgun, who claimed aliens had just landed in his backyard. When the dispatcher asked for details, the man quoted several lines from Men in Black. While Jared had enjoyed that movie, it wasn’t one he watched over and over. When he turned into the driveway, he hoped the man wasn’t wearing an Edgar suit—and that he’d put down the shotgun. He got lucky in one respect—the man was buck-ass naked, with the exception of his foil helmet and his shotgun. It took several minutes before Jared could convince the man to put down his weapon. Once he did, Jared didn’t waste any time. He placed him in handcuffs and helped him into the back of the ambulance for his ride to the hospital.

“What a loon.” He chuckled again.

His computer beeped—he had a message. He kept one hand on the wheel and typed with the other, dividing his attention between the road and the text. Thankfully, this backroad was fairly empty given the bad weather and the fact rush hour had come and gone. Continue reading