M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 144
February 4, 2018
As Nature Intended – Extract
Elliot remembered with painful clarity the events that had led up to the exact moment he thought his life might be effectively over.
One early evening the week after his fourteenth birthday during a sweltering summer, Elliot was stood on his aunt Ellie’s porch in the still blazing sun, sipping on homemade lemonade, when he first felt an unfamiliar ache in his lower back. He and his cousin Sebastian had been busy playing with the family’s new puppy, chasing it back and forth across the lawn, a...
Sunday Thinking
Happy Sunday!
I have no exciting news this week, only things stuck in my head that I’m deciding to inflict on other people so I don’t have to keep hearing them… I’m good like that!
So first, the poem that’s been on repeat since Monday, I think:
Not Waving But Drowning, Stevie Smith
And You’ll Never Stop Me From Loving You by Sonia… I don’t want to think what put it in my head and I’m desperate to get it back out again! Sorry…
February 2, 2018
From The Road
Aaron’s boyfriend is away on a road trip and calls him from the road to get them both a little relief.
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February 1, 2018
In The Car
They have Josh’s younger brother staying with them for a long weekend, and in a surprising display of modesty, Grant had arrived home Friday night to a murmur from Josh about adjoining bedroom walls, barely able to contain a burst of laughter for Josh acting so out of character demure and only greeting him with a brief kiss on the cheek. But Josh’s comments about needing to keep their hands to themselves in Toby’s company, is apparently easier said than done for Josh. Because every spare seco...
January 31, 2018
Tainted By Our Choices – Extract
Jack stretched up just enough to peek down through the tinted glass of his office window at the protesters gathered outside holding hand painted placards and could only bring himself to sigh. They had moved in that morning, encroaching on all the best parking spaces in the parking lot and chanting angry slogans that Jack thought perhaps were kind of funny but would do nothing to stop what was going to happen.
The fracking would be going ahead, whether anyone objected to it or not. Works had...
January 29, 2018
A Pit Stop
“Are you embarrassed by me, Grant?”
Josh’s voice is quiet; that low, growling pitch that, depending on the circumstance, either has Grant pleased he’s rarely on Josh’s bad side, or falling to his knees in reverent worship the way only he gets to worship Josh.
“What? ‘Course not,” Grant replies quickly, wondering where Josh is going with this, and also what he’s done wrong. He’s been so tense about taking Josh home to meet his family, that he’s spent the week leading up to it overthinking ever...
January 28, 2018
Sunday Thinking
Because spreadsheets are my thing, I can tell you that as well as a mound of proofreading and rewriting, so far this month I’ve written around 160,000 words; not that you’ll get to see them all, of course. Some are on other blogs, others are written for other people, and some more besides will likely get deleted in an endless round of rewriting. Still, that feels like an accomplishment, and I’m another draft through of getting another story ready for publication, so though in some ways it’s b...
January 26, 2018
To Be Tethered
Dale is leaving Lee behind to do what he must; this is their last moment before he goes, full of promises for his return.
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January 25, 2018
Stay
The dent of the mattress, the rustling of sheets. These aren’t the things that wake him, nor the cool air blasting in from the window creaked open in the middle of the night. It’s the wrapping of arms around his waist from behind, the sigh of home that’s breathed into his neck, and the soft kiss to the back of his ear, with the mumble of, I didn’t mean to wake you.
“Ross,” Adam says as he stretches against him, curling into his heat.
A hand squeezes firmer around his waist, then presses flat...
