On the Second Day of Fiction
my pusher gave to me
Werewolves in Memphis Tennessee
"Singing Up the Moon" second in the Gay Christmas Werewolf series, is now available for reading or download.
http://www.brooksandsparrow.com/singingupthemoon.pdf
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It was Cooper-Young, so of course, anything went, and nothing was unusual. The little gift store hadn’t made it, so now they were washing the old sign off the front window to the drifting smells of food from the half-dozen restaurants on the block. Jars of herbs and roots, strings of myrrh, incense sticks and cones had replaced the fair-trade trinkets and local artisans’ works and all stood ready for their opening in the morning.
“You really think this is a good idea, lover?” The words were half-growled from behind the Commercial Appeal.
“Of course it is. A little alchemist’s shop in the arts district. How quaint, how suitable. And run by such a nice pair of older gentlemen.” The tall blond man wiped down the window again, watching the foot traffic which was substantial even this late in the evening. The al fresco diners at Tsunami across the way were caught up in their conversations.
“Don’t flutter. It’s not safe. Not even here.”
“Corin Faw, you’re a grumpy bitch today.” A few softly mumbled words and the paintbrush had painted ‘Faw and O’Brian Potions, Spells and Readings’ on the window. “What’s got your tail in a kink?”
“You, for being a big queen, and the opening day jitters. This is the South, dammit. The kind of place they drag people like us behind their pick-ups as queers, if they aren’t just burning us for witches first.” Corin lowered the paper and scowled. His grizzled hair fell into his bushy eyebrows that met above his nose. He sniffed. “You’re scared, too. That’s why you’ve gone all fey.”
“Do stop that, lover. It’s completely unfair to use that were nose on me.” He closed the paint and set it behind the counter.
“Says Cian of the Second Sight.” Corin rose and folded his paper. He turned out his reading lamp and let darkness descend on the shop. After his eyes adjusted, far better than his lover’s, he took Cian’s hand and led him upstairs. “I’m a cranky old wolf who would rather have earth under my feet than live in a shop on a city street.” He kissed Cian gently.
“And that, my love, is what our country house is for. I hear there is a pack in the area. Are you interested?”
“Right now, all your grumpy bitch wants is his dinner and a mating. I wish I could be here for the opening. I leave for the cottage tomorrow.”
“PreLunar Syndrome again,” Cian rolled his eyes. “I fear it’s Michelina’s again tonight. We still haven’t shopped.”
“I’ll do it tomorrow before I go. There’s a grocery about five blocks up Cooper.”
They heated the frozen dinners and ate in silence. The September heat rippled on the pavement, making the air conditioner run, and the sun went down very slowly.
“Grand opening on Saturday,” Cian sighed. “I’m just not sure having it during the Cooper-Young Festival is the best idea.”
“Biggest crowd you’ll see all year, bar Pride in June. That’s what the folks say.”
“Could we take a walk? I’ve been so absorbed in getting settled, I haven’t done any exploring.” Cian reached over and touched Corin’s shaggy hair. “Unlike my restless lover.”
Werewolves in Memphis Tennessee
"Singing Up the Moon" second in the Gay Christmas Werewolf series, is now available for reading or download.
http://www.brooksandsparrow.com/singingupthemoon.pdf
~~~
It was Cooper-Young, so of course, anything went, and nothing was unusual. The little gift store hadn’t made it, so now they were washing the old sign off the front window to the drifting smells of food from the half-dozen restaurants on the block. Jars of herbs and roots, strings of myrrh, incense sticks and cones had replaced the fair-trade trinkets and local artisans’ works and all stood ready for their opening in the morning.
“You really think this is a good idea, lover?” The words were half-growled from behind the Commercial Appeal.
“Of course it is. A little alchemist’s shop in the arts district. How quaint, how suitable. And run by such a nice pair of older gentlemen.” The tall blond man wiped down the window again, watching the foot traffic which was substantial even this late in the evening. The al fresco diners at Tsunami across the way were caught up in their conversations.
“Don’t flutter. It’s not safe. Not even here.”
“Corin Faw, you’re a grumpy bitch today.” A few softly mumbled words and the paintbrush had painted ‘Faw and O’Brian Potions, Spells and Readings’ on the window. “What’s got your tail in a kink?”
“You, for being a big queen, and the opening day jitters. This is the South, dammit. The kind of place they drag people like us behind their pick-ups as queers, if they aren’t just burning us for witches first.” Corin lowered the paper and scowled. His grizzled hair fell into his bushy eyebrows that met above his nose. He sniffed. “You’re scared, too. That’s why you’ve gone all fey.”
“Do stop that, lover. It’s completely unfair to use that were nose on me.” He closed the paint and set it behind the counter.
“Says Cian of the Second Sight.” Corin rose and folded his paper. He turned out his reading lamp and let darkness descend on the shop. After his eyes adjusted, far better than his lover’s, he took Cian’s hand and led him upstairs. “I’m a cranky old wolf who would rather have earth under my feet than live in a shop on a city street.” He kissed Cian gently.
“And that, my love, is what our country house is for. I hear there is a pack in the area. Are you interested?”
“Right now, all your grumpy bitch wants is his dinner and a mating. I wish I could be here for the opening. I leave for the cottage tomorrow.”
“PreLunar Syndrome again,” Cian rolled his eyes. “I fear it’s Michelina’s again tonight. We still haven’t shopped.”
“I’ll do it tomorrow before I go. There’s a grocery about five blocks up Cooper.”
They heated the frozen dinners and ate in silence. The September heat rippled on the pavement, making the air conditioner run, and the sun went down very slowly.
“Grand opening on Saturday,” Cian sighed. “I’m just not sure having it during the Cooper-Young Festival is the best idea.”
“Biggest crowd you’ll see all year, bar Pride in June. That’s what the folks say.”
“Could we take a walk? I’ve been so absorbed in getting settled, I haven’t done any exploring.” Cian reached over and touched Corin’s shaggy hair. “Unlike my restless lover.”