M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 119
March 22, 2019
Oblivious
When is a date not a date? When one of the people on it has no idea that it even is one…
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“Have dinner with me tonight, Seth?” Ryan’s voice was hesitant even to his own ear, betraying the nervousness in the simplicity of his question. The clink of the mug of coffee against the table seemed unfairly loud when he put it down, leaving him wondering how he could even hear it over the blood rus...
March 20, 2019
On Being Guided
Jason’s recently acknowledged his attraction for men. His friend- now boyfriend, Michael, is helping him come to terms with that.
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“I’m sorry for being such a girl about this,” Jason mumbles, and instantly looks up at the click of disapproval Michael is giving him.
“I’ll never understand why being nervous about a new experience is something that...
March 17, 2019
Diary Drabble: Ton
“Your dog weighs a ton.”
Gavin looks in the rearview mirror and smiles hard for the sight of John grappling with Forbes. Forbes is loving the new company, the new attention. Gavin’s mum even offered to sit in the back with Forbes when they picked John up from the station, but John had refused. Gavin catches his mum’s eye and sees her amusement, sees how badly she wants to comment.
“You’ll get used to each other,” is all Gavin says.
They’ll have to. John’s moving back home for work and into G...
Diary Drabble: Scrape
The scrape of the branches against the window had ceased to irritate him, blending into little more than background noise. He only looked up for the clattering at the back gate, jolting as the bin struck the side of the house. He looked at the window, debating even getting up from his desk. But the thought of the bin lid rattling around out there and what damage it might do sent him rushing to the back door, yanking it open and bracing against the expected gale.
There was nothing but stillnes...
Diary Drabble: Treatment
He’d never been good at receiving the silent treatment. But being on the receiving end of it from Gareth was a whole other level of discomfort. Mark stared at his bent head, silently pleading with him to look up from the book he was either engrossed in or pretending to read. No amount of clearing his throat or shifting in his seat got Gareth’s attention.
“So you’re not going to say anything to me? Anything at all?”
“I thought you had the answer to everything,” Gareth replied, stiffly turning...
Diary Drabble: Error
It didn’t matter what he added or deleted. There was still an error when he refreshed the screen. A blocked out panel in the centre o the page that, if anything, only grow bigger. Like a letter box, he thought, jolting back when it lifted like a flap. Animated, of course, not an actual flap from the screen. But his chest still tightened for the sight of a pair of eyes peering out. He blinked. They blinked back. Irises the colour of opal, and a stare froze him right where he sat.
“Uh. Hi,” he...
Diary Drabble: Nap
It’s just a few minutes. Just a little rest to soothe his aching head. And eyes, dryer than all the deserts for how many hours he’s been staring at the screen.
He drops his head back on his pillow and shifts to rid his back of the kinks in his sweatshirt. Then decides he’s cold, so fidgets some more until he’s snug beneath the duvet.
Just a nap, he says, just a short nap, then back to the work he has to get done today.
Three hours later, he wakes to bristling silence. Certain of a shift in th...
Diary Drabble: Messy
This second date wasn’t just a disaster, it was a literal nightmare from hell. Toby was ten minutes late because of traffic, arriving breathless and sweaty at the restaurant. He’d knocked over Stuart’s drink as he’d stood to kiss him in greeting, then almost broke his phone trying to clean up. And then he’d chosen the most unstable of burgers. The entire thing slipping through his fingers revealing he was both messy and stressed.
“Relax,” Stuart said, reaching out to squeeze his hand.
Toby’...
Diary Drabble: Vegetable
“It’s hardly an allotment. More of a… vegetable patch.”
Marcus stiffens, masking his indignation, taking his frustration out on the garden fork.
“I’m not saying it won’t be great,” Ted adds, his voice tinged with amusement, like he’s heard Marcus’ internal protest.
“Soil’s good,” Marcus says, turning over another clod. It’s rich, loamy, and he’s confident he’ll get a decent few things to grow.
“So how long before we’re the envy of the neighbours, handing out potatoes to random people passing...
March 16, 2019
Permission
Todd and Eric have been fooling around together for a while now, though it’s never got beyond much more than a lot of drunken fumbling. That’s about to change…
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There are very few instances in Eric’s life where he has felt truly good about himself, but here in this moment with Todd looking at him with such adulation in his eyes, that’s what he fe...
