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Over on the Dreamspinner blog, there's a virtual release party going on for the Necking anthology, to be released on 10th May, containing, amongst other things, a story I wrote.

Necking is all m/m/m threesomes, and various people are posting extracts of their own stories.

Mine is here - Homecoming.
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When I was a kid, we used to go to Saturday afternoon cinema - me and my little sister, and our friends from down the road, with our mum or theirs.

Of course, where I lived we didn’t actually have a cinema, but there was an old theatre in the town centre, and the Friends of the Theatre put on plays there and ran films when they were in rehearsal. It was a beautiful place, with red velvet seats and high ceilings decorated with gold scrolls and swirls. To an eight year old, it was another world, the kind of place where I believed magic could happen, and the films were real.

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When she was a child, Mara’s father took her, once a year, to the huge horse fair held on the edge of the town. It was too far to go just for the day, so they stayed in an inn, then travelled back late the next afternoon, arriving after dark with treats for her mother and two younger brothers, who were never allowed to go.

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Eye To Eye

Mar. 22nd, 2009 02:01 pm
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“No,” Rebecca said firmly, not looking up from the papers spread out before her. “I don’t do stuff like that. You know that.”

“Becca,” Natalie complained, drawing out every syllable. “It’s just once and it’s so important.”

“No.” Rebecca scribbled a quick note in the margin of one page. “I don’t care how important it is.”

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Anna smiled politely at a couple not much older than her she took their tickets and directed them to the back row. The man took the woman’s hand, leading her up the aisle.

The woman turned her head slightly as they passed by, to smile at Anna, catching her eye, and Anna forced herself not to reach out and take her arm. Deep behind her eyes, Anna saw fear, and a premonition of horrors still to come.

‘Enjoy the picture,’ she said softly.

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He steps up, feels his boot graze the rock, and knows he should have stepped left. His fingers scrape over bare rock, then he’s falling, back and over, sky, rock, sky, rock, until he slams hard onto the platform he climbed off not fifteen minutes before.

It feels like a lot further going down than it did going up.

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A Rum Do

Mar. 22nd, 2009 01:58 pm
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This is not exactly how she imagined her life turning out. She supposes this is true for a lot of people, but if she’d known this was how hers would be, she’d probably have stayed in Jamaica.

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“Broccoli? Seriously?”

Nearly stumbling into the root vegetables in surprise, Emma was grateful that the supermarket was nearly empty at half one on a Thursday morning. “Jesus! Where the hell did you come from?”

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Blue Earth

Mar. 22nd, 2009 01:56 pm
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The government falls in late July, after a year of constant rain, though in the end it’s not the rain that does it, but the hurricane that rips through London and takes the roof of the Houses of Parliament, and the spire of Big Ben. Maggie hears a rumour that someone was selling the authentic clock to the highest bidder, but no-one she knows has actually met the seller.

Of course, by the times the news gets to them, it’s early September. “Good thing we weren’t thinking of buying it, then,” John says with a grin.

“I don’t know.” Maggie picks at a strip of peeling wallpaper. “We could stand to brighten this place up a bit.”

“Everyone’s a critic,” John says, He pours the last of the pan of boiling water into the two remaining mugs and picks up the tray. “You ready?”

Maggie holds the door open for him. “Let’s go.”

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“I’m a cat,” Nick says, and it might not be the thing that *should* bring the meeting to a grinding halt, but that doesn’t change the fact that it is.

“A cat,” Ling echoes, looking over at him from her position at the head of the table. Well, as much as it can be called a position when the table is a battered chip board thing tucked in the furthest corner from the window, behind boxes of memorabilia stacked twelve high. One day, she’s going to hire on for a production that actually has money, one that isn’t being coordinated out of the backroom of a club tagged for demolition in a matter of weeks.

Today is not that day. She likes to think that tomorrow looks better; sadly, the slogan ‘today is not your day; tomorrow doesn’t look good either’ could have been written about her life.

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Crumbling

Mar. 22nd, 2009 01:52 pm
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I walled up my heart to you, five years ago, when… Well. Then.

I walled out more than you and what I once felt for you, keeping out what happened to me, what you caused. But in walling you out, I found that I walled myself in, with all the things I no longer wanted.

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Alex wanted to be a pilot even when she was a child, sitting next to Sarah in the top maths group when they were eight.

Sarah was kind of scared of heights.

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