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

by

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: Blessing in Disguise”

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

by

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, Chapter 2”

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 “Wednesday Briefs: Bear to Bear”

Wednesday Briefs: Hearth & Heart

Avery is back for this edition of Wednesday Briefs! I hope you’re ready for some medieval flash fiction. Right now, the story is a standalone piece, but if she get’s motivated, it has the potential to turn into more.

Remember these flashes must be 500 to 1000 words. Additionally, they are to be based on a prompt. Avery used a picture prompt this week.

Hope you enjoy the story!

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Hearth & Heart

by Avery Dawes

Desiring to reach Castle Wellington before dark, I pushed my horse harder, despite the fact we’d been riding since break of day. With winter’s approach, the sun now set earlier, and I doubted we’d succeed. I had to get back and see my love, my cherished Rowan. I strained my ear, listening for the sound of waves crashing on jagged rocks that would signal we were home.

Alas, nothing yet. I slowed Fury, my brilliant black destrier, and motioned my squire forward.

I knew Rowan would be worried. The man constantly fretted. He had utmost confidence in my skills, but he’d lost his family at a young age. To make matters worse, I had no doubt the tales of our last battle had already reached the castle. I needed to reassure him that I was of good health, not to mention I couldn’t wait to hold his lithe body in my arms again or taste his sweet lips against mine.

“William, ride ahead. Instruct the guards to keep the drawbridge down, and the portcullis raised as well—”

“Of course, my lord, as you wish,” William replied, winded. Continue reading “Wednesday Briefs: Hearth & Heart”

Wednesday Briefs: More Shipwreck Headed Your Way

Yay! Avery was back to working on Shipwreck this past weekend.

Are you ready to find out if the kiss happened? Would Foster be so lucky to get a taste of the SEAL? Well…guess what…if you read below, you will get the answers to your questions *grins*

Before we get into the story, let’s review the rules:

  1. All stories must be 500-1000 words.
  2. They must include a prompt.

The prompt Avery used for this story was “…get swept away with your emotions.”

Hope you enjoy!

Shipwreck

Part V

Will’s brain shut down at Foster’s request. Had he heard correctly? Foster was asking permission to kiss him? No man had ever asked before.  For anything. Sex for Will was fucking, and did not involve kissing. It was a quick and dirty affair, where consent was implied.

Foster rubbed his stubbled cheek against Will’s, bringing him back to the present. “Are you with me, big guy? I was just asking for a simple kiss.”

And suddenly Will knew the meaning of that ridiculous saying “has the cat got your tongue?” Cause Luna sure must have his. There was no other reason to explain why he couldn’t formulate a simple yes or no answer to such an easy question.

“Let me guess…you’re having trouble because I’m so damn irresistible that words don’t exist to express how enamored you are of me?” Continue reading “Wednesday Briefs: More Shipwreck Headed Your Way”

Wednesday Briefs: Shipwreck, Part 4

It’s the time of the week again for flash fiction with the Wednesday Briefers. Yay! This week Avery is continuing Will and Foster’s story.

Just a reminder that these stories have to be 500-1000 words and based on a prompt. This week, Avery used the prompt: have a character have bedhead. Can you guess which of her characters is going to wake up with hair sticking in all directions??

Photo courtesy of Kevin Mitnak
Photo courtesy of Kevin Mitnak

Here we go…more of…

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Crack!

Foster bolted upright. He’d been having such a pleasant dream—what a rude and frightening awakening.

He heard a pounding noise, as if Napoleon’s army marched on the roof of wherever he was. Dear God, please let—

Crack!

He couldn’t help himself. A pathetic whimper escaped his mouth even as his body began to shake uncontrollably. His mind drifted to that horrible night—the night when he fought through darkened depths, trying to break through the surface and suck in a lungful of fresh air, not a mouthful of seawater.

“…you’re okay. I’ve got you.” A voice broke through his despair. “You and your cute bedhead.” The voice chuckled softly.

Where was he? His mind was too distracted by the thunderstorm. The mystery of his surroundings continued to elude Foster. Continue reading “Wednesday Briefs: Shipwreck, Part 4”

Wednesday Briefs: More Shipwreck

Yay! It’s time for another edition of Wednesday Briefs! I hope your ready to read some more of Avery’s story, Shipwreck. Remember Will and Foster? Rescuer and part-time sailor? The next installment in their adventure awaits you…

This week’s flash was based on “have a character snore or drool” in your story. Remember, too, that the flashes have to be 500-1000 words, no more or less.

Below the story are links to the other Briefers’ stories. Be sure to see what they’ve been working on!

Shipwreck, Part III

by

Avery Dawes

A soft snore escaped Foster’s parted lips. Lips that looked soft and oh so kissable.

Will shook his head. Now was not the time to entertain thoughts of molesting the man he rescued. The part-time sailor must have had a rough time of it out on the water last night. He’d never seen someone fall asleep so quickly after just eating bacon. Will knew better than to think it was his fabulous cooking skills that did the trick. He hoped it wasn’t his quiet, stoic personality.

Moving quietly, so as to not disturb his guest, Will cleaned up the breakfast dishes. With Foster hanging around, he decided he just might need his pain medication. He took a dose, and then debated what to do next. His cottage had a guestroom, but Will hadn’t fixed it up yet. Right now, boxes sat against the one wall, while his desk and laptop took up the space under the window. His mother would be disappointed if he left Foster sleeping in such an awkward position on the cold, granite island. Will knew the hospitable thing to do would be to carry Foster to the master bedroom and let him sleep in Will’s bed. Continue reading “Wednesday Briefs: More Shipwreck”

Wednesday Briefs: Shipwreck, Part II

Are you ready for more Will and Foster?? I sure hope so! Now that Foster’s no longer lost at sea, we’ve got to find out if any sparks fly between the two guys.

Avery used three prompts (some in a small way) in this post:

  • A cat purring
  • Including a pirate
  • Including a shower

I hope you enjoy this installment of the story! Feel free to leave me a comment or two about the guys!

Photo courtesy of Kevin Mitnak
Photo courtesy of Kevin Mitnak

Shipwreck, Part II

by

Avery Dawes

Foster kept his mouth shut, worried he was placing a strain on his rescuer’s bad leg. There had to be a story to go with those scars, but Foster wasn’t in a position to ask what it was. Maybe after he knew the guy more than a couple of minutes. Knowing his luck, he’d open his mouth and his brain would derail. He’d end up asking something completely inappropriate…like, “please let me kiss your scars and make them all better.”

Will’s deep voice pulled him from his too-close-to wicked thoughts. “So, pick your poison, sailor. Would you like some breakfast first, or a hot shower?” Will held the door to the bungalow open, and then guided Foster to the kitchen island before helping him to sit on one of the barstools. Continue reading “Wednesday Briefs: Shipwreck, Part II”

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