Tuesday Tales – Rake

 

It`s time for Tuesday Tales.

 

Today we have an excerpt from The Christmas Rescue, Laurel Holidays #4.

Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.

This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!

 

 

We pulled up to a massive barn with wide doors and windows that had sparkly little Christmas lights in the upper level. The tractor rolled through the big open double doors. I paused outside, waiting to see what I was supposed to do. I didn’t see any animals milling about. No, that was a lie. A gray cat and a funny white duck appeared, the cat walking side-by-side with the duck. Okay, that was different. Didn’t cats eat ducks? I didn’t know. I’d never had a cat. Or a dog. Or a chinchilla. Only bugs. And only until the staff or Nanny Annie found them. Good old Nanny Annie. Fuck she was a miserable old battle horn.

Acosta dropped down to the ground, the smoke from the tractor easing off as he stood staring at me. I let go of the steering wheel and threw my hands into the air questioningly. He motioned me inside. I pointed at the duck and cat. He walked to them then bent over to waddle behind them, hands outs, until they had made their way through another smaller door on the far side of the barn. I eased inside, taking care not to rub my car up against a Ford pickup that was new when Eisenhower was in office on the left and some big green rake thing parked on the right.

Once I was parked he moved around the car. I cut the engine as the double wide doors were drawn shut. The interior grew dark and eerie until my eyes adjusted to the lone bulb hanging over a work bench along the far wall. We were sitting inside a stone-walled basement – if that was what you called the underbelly of a barn – that held all manner of farming utensils such as forks, shovels, a wheelbarrow and…well, that was all I could name. There were tons more, but I had no clue what they were used for.

 

 

 

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