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Today we have a snippet from ‘Slow Dances Under an Orange Moon’, my current MM hockey romance. Our word prompt today is “Hardy” and in this snippet Kye and David are having some trouble meeting in the middle.
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“I don’t think you have the right to get pissed off at me, Kye. I don’t think you have the right to demand one thing from me, be it my time or a cup of coffee. You left. You left without a care for me or my feelings.”
“Davy, I mean Dave, for shit sake you knew I was leaving. I’d told you over and over that when the time came I was off to play hockey. You knew that!” I wanted to shout or hit something or knock a goalie off his skates. Yeah, that sounded really good. I knew just the asshole I’d like to knock assbackwards into his net too. That big, hardy Russian who played for Tampa Bay. Bastard had always been a thorn in my side. Shame no hockey was to be found.
“Yes, I knew. I just assumed that you’d actually let me know when and where and then, maybe, come back to see me once in twenty years.”
I dropped my brow to the cool glass. “Dave, I meant to come back, I did. There were just too many things going on every summer. I was young and stupid and…Dave? Davy? He hung up. You hung up, didn’t you?” Yep, he had. I threw the door open and bellowed “Fucking fuck fuck fuckery fuck fuck!” to the wet night. Nothing but a lonely frog replied. How was I ever going to fix this mess with Davy if I couldn’t get the man to even talk to me? I asked the night but nothing answered, not even that lonesome frog. You know you’ve stepped into deep shit when frogs don’t have anything to say. “Fuck,” I groaned once more, shut the door, chucked the phone to the tiny end table, and went to bed to leave the mess I’d made of things. Shame my dreams weren’t cooperating.
Copyright 2019 ©by V.L. Locey
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Dang! When things go wrong. they really go wrong. Hope Dave will listen to him. Great scene.
Intense! Love this line– come back to see me once in twenty years.
Well what do you expect? 20 years is a long time with no warning the person is leaving, no goodbye and mo contact since? He’s lucky he got his number and that the man actially answered. This ought to be interesting….
Loved the long fuckery sentence. LOL
Oh, he is in deep and there doesn’t seem to be any way out. I can’t wait to see if Dave does give a chance. I hope he does. Great job!