It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from my current WIP, Playing the Man, an MM hockey romance.
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!
“What the hell have I just done?”
I lowered my phone, my gut jangling with nervous excitement. Key was coming over. To my house. In half an hour.
Bingley farted in his sleep. That ended the giddy romantic fizz in my gullet and opened up a big can of reality.
Thirty minutes. My house looked – and probably smelled – like a kennel and I was lounging around in my oldest ugly workout clothes.
“Shit,” I whispered, grabbing my brand new cane – my brother had gifted it to me just a few hours ago after I had been told by my therapist that I could move on from the walker – and I slowly pushed to my feet. Dogs scattered. I glanced down to my feet to make sure I didn’t step/fall over a canine and saw my socks. Old socks.
“Rudy!” I bellowed, caning my way through the pack who were now in high alert because I had yelled. Seems yelling about anything is a reason to enter bark mode. Bingley was even in on the ruckus but hadn’t decided if getting up was truly warranted just yet so he yipped from his reclining position. “Rudy!”
My brother thundered down the stairs in a summer dressing gown, a towel around his neck, and his hair foamy with deep red hair dye.
“What? Did you fall? Is there a fire? Did Elinor piddle on the carpet over seeing a squirrel again?” Rudy asked as he sped down the stairs. The mention a squirrel sent the foursome into a true chaotic frenzy, racing to every window to add more slobber to the already dried slobber that had been applied since the housekeeping service had washed the windows two days ago. “Good gods, I cannot hear myself think!”
“We have company coming over in thirty minutes,” I shouted above the din, going as fast as a man with a sore knee and a cane could move to reach the backdoor.
©Copyright V.L. Locey 2024
Laughed my way through the scene imagining the chaos. Great job.
Great scene! Hilarious and perfectly real and understandable. I could see it and felt it. Nothing like dogs to create chaos!! I love it!
Hilarious scene, especially the foamy red hair dye!
Love it.
Oh yikes! Thirty minutes! That’s call for alarm. Great scene here!
Love all the dogs around him going crazy while he tries to get across the room on his cane. I can definitely sympathize and I have one dog. Also love the description and reaction from his brother. Great job!