M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 143
February 26, 2018
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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February 22, 2018
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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February 21, 2018
February 19, 2018
The Beach
If you’ve been reading this blog a little while, you might recognise this story as adapted from a Sunday Thinking
February 16, 2018
Snapping
He’s snapping. He’s snapping at Jordan, and he knows he’s snapping at Jordan, and worst of all, he knows exactly why he’s doing it. He knows what’s set him off doing it, like he’s known every other time it’s happened in the past.
But nothing. Not one part of it. None of this is in any way Jordan’s fault.
Joe’s internal, repetitive monologue lurches between you’re so obvious any idiot can see, and it’s all your fault anyway, and worst of all, what if this is it this time, at breakneck speed. H...
February 14, 2018
February 12, 2018
A Childish Sulk
“Greg.”
No response.
Eric humphed under his breath; he hated it when Greg was sulking with him, whether he had provoked him or not.
Okay, so perhaps this time the sulking was well and truly earned. But that didn’t mean that Eric wouldn’t try and wheedle his way back into Greg’s good books. He didn’t enjoy being out of them even for a minute.
“Please, Greg?”
Greg’s posture remained stiff even as he hunched over the laptop at the table looking engrossed in whatever it was he was doing.
Eric sto...
February 8, 2018
A Wednesday Evening
Simon sinks down beside Cameron on the sofa as he’s done so many other Wednesday evenings, snatching up a handful of the immediately-offered crisps the moment he’s seated, and like Cameron doesn’t move his eyes from the TV. This is their favourite show; in fact, it’s what got them talking in the first place back when he’d first started working at the car services two years ago. Him in his pristine suit for his role as administrator sticking out like a sore thumb amongst all the casual jeans a...
February 7, 2018
February 5, 2018
At The Bus Station
It’s been exactly eight days, seven hours, and thirteen minutes since Damien saw Elias last, and as he cranes his neck to look for his bus pulling in to the station, Damien is convinced he can feel the seconds ticking by adding extra tension to his stomach.
Not that he’s been counting all that time passing, of course, nor spent hours mournfully staring up at the ceiling of his room unable to concentrate on anything but the fact that Elias isn’t with him. And it’s not even that long really sin...
