My God It's Not Monday

Man, Mondays always seem so hard to get organized!

The winner of last week's paranormal Monday prize of ebooks copies of Need and Chosen is Helen J. Congrats!

I have a new short story coming out tomorrow.

The Question

Sky and Will have been best friends for a long time and every Saturday they get together to watch the game. Sky has a question, though, which just might change their standing Saturday plans, and their relationship, forever. Will Sky have the guts to ask it?


"Hey, man, can I ask you a question?" Sky looked over at Will, who was draped over the back of the couch like the world's biggest slug, worn jeans and ancient flannel shirt his standard weekend-being-manly uniform.

Not Will's workday slacks and too-expensive button down shirt with ugly shiny shoes thing. Or his tiny shorts and tank top workout get up. Or even his 'oh, I'm going to tear your ass up' Friday night leathers. Just his coming to eat chips and watch the game clothes that Sky had seen every Saturday afternoon for the last eight years.

Will took a swig of his beer and glanced over at him. "Like saying no will shut you up so I can watch the game."

"Fuck off, dickcheese." He threw a piece of popcorn over, turned to watch the replay. It was a stupid fucking question anyway.

Will just laughed at him, reached over for a handful of popcorn and tossed two pieces at him.

He flipped Will off, shaking his head at the ref. "That was a bullshit call, man."

"They're never going to get a fair shake." Will stretched and ate the rest of the popcorn he'd stolen. "Let's see who's playing on another channel."

"Don't be a fairweather fan. There's still a quarter left." He reached for the remote, but was about a second and a half too late.

Will laughed again and stuck out his tongue, changing the channel.

"Fucker." He went to the kitchen, grabbed himself a beer and a couple cubes of cheese from the summer sausage and cheese tray that Will had brought.

"Uh-huh. Takes one to know one." Will had stolen the bowl of popcorn by the time he got back to the couch.

He plopped down on his recliner, sucked on his beer. "Back on the game, huh?"

"You know I was just fucking with you."

"I know." He grinned over, rolled his eyes. "Good cheese."

"I know what you like."

"Yeah." That was why... Well, shit. That was why he had the question he had.

Will leaned his head back against the couch and gave him a look. "So?"

"So what?" He watched as Miller threw the ball away, running down the clock.

"So what's the question?"


This'll be available at Torquere Press on Wednesday!

I hope everyone had a great Halloween yesterday. Now it's done and it's November. Two more months until the new year. It seems like just yesterday that it was the new year. 2011 that is. Wow.