Reading Report For March/April 2026 from Jeff Baker

Posted on April 20, 2026 by jeffbaker307

Reading Report March/April 2026

Read Rudyard Kipling’s “A Matter Of Fact.” Gripping, with the power to scare the bejabbers out of a reader with its descriptions. But it really isn’t about horror. From “Kipling’s Science Fiction,” edited by John Brunner.

Also read Kipling’s story “Wireless,” in the Brunner edited book. More fantasy than sci-fi but the glimpses of early wireless telegraphy and a nineteenth-century British Chemist’s shop were interesting.

Started reading “The Flying Stingaree” by John Blaine. A YA mystery novel about Rick Brandt from around the time of the Ken Holt mystery series. I got this one because Holt supposedly gets a cameo. Read the first three chapters; lots of fun. Lots of detail about boating, crabbing and stingarees aka stingrays. Oh, yeah; and a man may have been kidnapped by a flying saucer…

Read “The Good Neighbors,” by Edgar Pangborn. First Pangborn I’d ever read. Satirical and sad at the same time.

Started reading “The Riddle Of the Stone Elephant,” the second YA mystery novel about Ken Holt by Bruce Campbell. I THINK I know what’s gong on; sort of an impossible crime thingie and the clues are there and I spotted them.

For Henry Kuttner’s April 7th birthday I finally started reading “The Dark World,” the novella that was influential on among others Roger Zelazny. Also started reading Kuttner’s “The Land Of the Earthquake.” Both of them were Novellas/Novels originally published in “Startling Stories” magazine. I have a bunch of Kuttner’s “Startling” stuff and am planning to read all of them that I can. Kuttner is just that good.

Read Lord Dunsany’s “Why The Milkman Shudders When He Perceives The Dawn,” which he apparently wrote to spoof his own style. That’s according to a charming account of a public reading by Dunsany by H.P. Lovecraft who was there.

Listened to two other Dunsanay stories on audio:”The Sword Of Welleran,” an influential sword-and-sorcery story I’m surprised I hadn’t read before. The elegant prose almost overshadowed the story. And listened to Dunsany’s “Miss Cubbidge And the Dragon Of Romance.” The ending was probably funnier than back when the story was written.

Started reading from Lawrence Watt-Evans’ new collection “Remembrance Of Things To Come.”

Read “Paul Is Dead.” Fun, and I didn’t see the ending coming.

Read “To See The New Jerusalem .”

Read his poem “When I See Rigel’s Light Sleeting Through The Side Of Heinlein Station.”

Yes, I read the fine weekly offerings by Kaje Harper and the monthly story by E.H. Timms.

I stumbled across one of those “Gothic Fiction” collections this one of time travel stories which has F. Anstey’s “Tourmalin’s Time Cheques.” Sort of a daft “Love Boat” story with time travel. I started in on it and will finish it in time for next month’s report.

I started bumming through a horror/fantasy anthology I’m reading to review for my Queer Sci-Fi column. On that, more later.

And my Grandniece was reading the Dr. Seuss book “Mr. Brown Can Moo, Can You?” So I read it too! I’d never read it before. A fun book teaching kids about sounds. Moo!

—-jeff baker, april 20, 2026

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Here’s my April 2026 Progress Report. —-Jeff Baker

Posted on April 20, 2026 by jeffbaker307

Progress Report March/April 2026

Sloughed-off a little on the four-pages-a-day-thing but I did keep up the writing. Wrote/finished about six short-stories. Mostly the weekly/monthly flash fiction stories.

Wrote a Petrarchan Sonnet as an homage to the Turkey at Central and Greenwich in Wichita, who has apparently died. Was just going to do a poem, but the sonnet idea hit me. Doesn’t rhyme but what the hey. (Yes, this was a real bird who made the intersection and the shops around it his own!)

Got a Queer Sci-Fi Column about done and started another one. I like having several month’s worth of columns already written and I’m behind on that.

Sent off at least one story to a market and I got at least one other story rejected. As I have said before, that’s all progress too.

The big news is that I am simultaneously working on two novelette/novella length stories. The YA sci-fi story (Which could become a short novel!) which has it’s origins in an idea from forty years ago that I talked about in last period’s report, and a (Definitely not YA!) semi-erotic romance whose idea just banged into my head a few weeks ago. Making progress on both of them, at the same time! (Something I didn’t used to do!)

And the YA Sci-Fi story is approaching being finished. I just have to pull some sections together and write more on the middle and I’ll have a first draft! That one is definitely Novella length.

Again, whew! And that’s about it for now! ——-jeff baker April 20, 2026

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“On Vacation” With Rainbow Snippets from Jeff Baker. (April 18, 2026)

Posted on April 18, 2026 by jeffbaker307
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Every Week at Rainbow Snippets https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets participants post six lines of a work of theirs, a work-in-progress or a work by someone else that has LGBT characters, like in my recent flash fiction story “On Vacation.” https://authorjeffbaker.com/2026/04/17/go-on-vacation-with-friday-flash-fics-from-jeff-baker-april-17-2026/

Here we meet happily married Dave and Liam driving on a Canadian highway with their kids Shane and Jax in the back seat…

“Hey, Dad,” Jax said from the back seat. “How long ‘till we get there?”

“Not as long as it was last time you asked,” Dave said from behind the wheel. “It’s worth it. I think you’ll like Montreal.”

Sitting beside him, his Husband Liam grinned and patted Dave’s leg. This was something he always looked forward to; family vacations.

“And anyway, you realize you’re quoting a cartoon I saw in a magazine once, don’t you?” Dave said with a grin.

A line or two over but here’s more after Shane and Jax’s Dads mention Pop Liam having been to the Grand Canyon…

“Grand Canyon?” Shane said, slightly awed.

“Yeah,” Dave said. “Your Pop still has pictures of that trip back home.”

“I wanna go!” Jax blurted out.

“Yeah!” Shane said.

“You know, I’ve never seen the Grand Canyon or Yellowstone,” Dave said, eyeing Liam. “But maybe in a few years, okay?”

“Maybe in a couple of years.” Liam said.

We’ll leave this family looking forward to their vacation adventures in Montreal. And I’ll mention that fifty-some years ago my family and I went to Yellowstone AND the Grand Canyon.

Someday, I’ll get to see Canada.

See you with more snippets soon. —-jeff

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Go “On Vacation, With Friday Flash Fics From Jeff Baker. (April 17, 2026)

Posted on April 17, 2026 by jeffbaker307

On Vacation

by Jeff Baker

The SUV sped down the highway at a reasonable speed, past farms and wind turbines.

“Hey, Dad,” Jax said from the back seat. “How long ‘till we get there?”

“Not as long as it was last time you asked,” Dave said from behind the wheel. “It’s worth it. I think you’ll like Montreal.”

Sitting beside him, his Husband Liam grinned and patted Dave’s leg. This was something he always looked forward to; family vacations.

“And anyway, you realize you’re quoting a cartoon I saw in a magazine once, don’t you?” Dave said with a grin.

Jax’s older brother Shane laughed from the back seat as Jax sat next to him saying “Huh?”

“I think I remember that cartoon,” Liam said. “And I remember car trips like this,” Liam said looking at the boys in the back seat. “Back when I was about your age.”

The adults smiled. Being ten and twelve felt so far away in their early forties.

“Where did you guys go?” Shane asked.

“Wow.” Liam said, his mind racing back. “All over. One year we even went down to the States to see Yellowstone Park and even the Grand Canyon.” He was smiling at the memory and his voice got really soft. “A whole month, and it was worth every minute.”

“Grand Canyon?” Shane said, slightly awed.

“Yeah,” Dave said. “Your Pop still has pictures of that trip back home.”

“I wanna go!” Jax blurted out.

“Yeah!” Shane said.

“You know, I’ve never seen the Grand Canyon or Yellowstone,” Dave said, eyeing Liam. “But maybe in a few years, okay?”

“Maybe in a couple of years.” Liam said.

“Awwwwww.” Jax said.

“Hey, who’s up for Poutine?” Dave asked.

“Yaaay!” the kids chorused.

Liam patted Dave’s leg again and mouthed an “I Love You” as the car sped on.

—end—

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Something In the Marshes. Results For the April 2026 Flash Fiction Draw Challenge

Posted on April 14, 2026 by jeffbaker307
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Hi! I’m Mike, A.K.A. Jeff Baker.

The draws for the April 2026 Flash Fiction Draw Challenge were:

An Ancient History Story

Set in an Abandoned Prison

Involving a Bag Of Ping-Pong Balls

E. H. Timms wrote: “Beneath the Marshes.” https://thinkingthinking123.blogspot.com/2026/04/flash-fic-challenge-beneath-marshes.html

And I wrote: “A Great Hole In Rome” https://authorjeffbaker.com/2026/04/06/a-great-hole-in-rome-flash-fiction-draw-challenge-story-for-april-2026-from-jeff-baker-april-6-2026/

Thanks for participating, and for reading and remember it’s never too late to write your own story, post it in the comments and I’ll link it here.

We’ll be back with another draw on May 4th, 2026!

Thanks again!

—–mike

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The Haunted Turntable. Friday Flash Fics For April 10, 2026 from Jeff Baker.

Posted on April 10, 2026 by jeffbaker307

The Haunted Turntable

by Jeff Baker

The man walked into the bookstore holding a receipt.

“I’d like to return a record player I bought here,” the man said.

“Um, this is a bookstore,” the clerk said.

“I know, but I bought a used record player with a stand from this store two weeks ago.”

“Oh, you’re the one who bought that,” the clerk said. “You’re returning it?”

“Yes.”

“Why? Doesn’t it work?” the clerk asked.

“No. It’s haunted.” the man said.

The clerk stared for a moment. “Um, wasn’t that kind of how it was advertised?” he said gesturing with his hands in a sort of square shape. “Sign on it saying ‘Haunted Record Player, $75.’ You must’ve gotten what you paid for.”

“I thought it was just a gag,” the man said. “Nobody believes in, well, haunted record players. Haunted houses yes, but not record players.”

“I didn’t sell it to you, that was on my day off.” the clerk said. “And my boss’s son bought it for his dorm room, he collects old stuff like records. We even sell some you know. But he brought it in here, told us to sell it and he made the sign.” Clerk shrugged. “What can you do?”

“Bosses,” the man said. “And College kids.”

“What does it do?” the clerk asked. “Move around by itself? Play weird, spooky music in the middle of the night?”

“No.” the man said. “Voices. And it’s always in the middle of the afternoon.”

“Isn’t a record player supposed to play voices and stuff?” the clerk asked. “Especially with a radio attached? What did they call those? Stereos.”

“I know what they called them,” the man snapped. “And this isn’t the radio. It’s two voices. Arguing. And planning.”

“Planning what?” the clerk asked.

“I think, a burglary.” the man said. “I tried recording it with my cellphone but nothing recorded. So I wrote stuff down. Here.”

The man pulled out a piece of notebook paper.

“Old school,” the clerk thought.

“See, those are the guy’s first names,” the man said pointing at the paper. “And that’s the address of the place they were going to hit. I drove by it and there was nothing there, just a vacant lot.”

The clerk stared at the paper and felt weak in the knees. He clutched at the counter. He had gone pale.

“Are you all right?” the man asked.

“No. Hey, is this a sick joke?” the clerk asked.

“What?” the man asked.

“The address…My Grandparents were surprised by somebody who broke in one afternoon when they were supposed to be at work. Killed. Police suspected burglars but nobody found out anything.” The young man stood behind the counter and closed his eyes. “This was late Seventies. Mom was at school. I wasn’t born until a couple decades later.”

“The names…” the man said.

“I’m calling my Dad.” the clerk said pulling out his phone. “Not Mom. I’m going to buy that record player from you and Dad and I are going to sit by it in the afternoon and then get the police there if we have to…Hello, Dad. You know how you always said we didn’t even have a name to go on about Grandma and Grandpa? Well listen to me…and you better be sitting down…”

—end—

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“A Great Hole In Rome.” Flash Fiction Draw Challenge Story For April 2026, From Jeff Baker. (April 6, 2026)

Posted on April 6, 2026 by jeffbaker307
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A Great Hole In Rome

by Jeff Baker

“Master,” Quintus said, eyeing the tumbledown stone facade. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“It’s a perfect idea, Quintus,” Cato the young poet said. “This is a perfect site filled with drama and doubtless the long-ago cries of debtors and thieves. The perfect place to inspire an epic poem that will make me famous!”

Quintus sighed. He had belonged to Cato since they were boys twenty years earlier and knew the poet had one vanity; to be as famous as his more esteemed cousins. Cato’s approaching thirtieth birthday wasn’t helping much.

While Cato had been growing up the son of a wealthy man, Quintus had been a slave raised to work in the kitchen. But Quintus had been given to Cato as a seventh birthday present twenty years ago and had learned a lot from sitting in on Cato’s lessons as well as helping drill him on his studies. They had become as good friends as a slave and master could be in that year of Roman Consul Gaius Marius.

And over the years, Cato had learned to trust Quintus’ judgment, even to sometimes stake his life on it.

But Quintus looked down the gaping hole in the ground, the stone stairs trailing into the darkness of what had once been a prison for debtors and the like there on the Campius Martius which was now more likely a host for rats, wolves and maybe even bears.

Quintus had never seen a bear in Rome but he had heard stories. At least it was still daylight.

Cato stood at the edge of the hole and waved for the bag Quintus was carrying.

“This invention of Marcus Sibilus may actually have a use other than as a plaything for dogs.” Cato said. He pulled out several of the small hollow balls, made of the lightweight, thin material the inventor had discovered and tossed one of them down the stairs. It bounced down each step making a hollow popping noise as it went.

Quintus nodded. “This could tell us how deep the hole actually is. It shouldn’t be more than one or two stories unless there was a collapse of some kind.”

“Good thinking,” Cato said. He aimed one of the balls and tossed it at the darkest part of the hole.

The two men waited for the sound of the ball hitting the ground. Instead there was a sharp crack and the ball soared up out of the hole over the two men’s heads. As it fell downward at Quintus he swung at it with the writing tablet he had pulled out of the bag that Cato always wanted nearby in case inspiration struck the poet. The tablet hit the ball, propelling it over the hole into the bushes on the other side.

“I think I have my poem, let’s go!” Cato said quickly, moving away from the onetime prison almost as quickly.

“Yes, Master!” Quintus said, already several paces ahead of Cato. Something the young slave wasn’t supposed to do but neither of them cared.

“And THAT,” Cato said when they were some distance away. “Will be the only use of those strange white balls that will ever be found. Other than as a plaything for dogs.”

“And Marcus Sibilus may make a fortune with the dogs,” Quintus said.

—end—

AUTHOR’S NOTE: The totally random draws for the April Flash Fiction Draw Challenge were: An Ancient History Story, set in An Abandoned Prison, involving a bag of ping-pong balls. Did I say totally random? I thought I’d prompted myself into a corner. Then I remembered my Ancient Roman detective Quintus (Circa 107 B.C.) and figured his master, the poet and playwright Cato (Not that Cato!) could drag him into an adventure at a Roman Prison. Those prisons were detention centers with squalid conditions. Basically dungeons. As the slave of a scholar who inherited wealth, Quintus would have had it better than they did in the dungeons. The Tullianum in Rome may have held St. Peter. So I set my heroes at a fictionalized version of one of the others, but the description is accurate.

As for the ping-pong balls, I say “Artistic License.”

Totally Random…

—-jeff

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Ancient Prison Ping-Pong Balls; Flash Fiction Draw Challenge Draws For April 2026 from Mike Mayak. (April 6, 2026)

Posted on April 6, 2026 by jeffbaker307
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First, here’s the prompts for the April 2026 Flash Fiction Draw Challenge, then my usual long-winded explanation:

An Ancient History Story

Involving A Bag Of Ping Pong Balls

Set in An Abandoned Prison

Now, on to the details.

Hi! I’m Mike Mayak, I also write as Jeff Baker and I’m the current moderator for the monthly Flash Fiction Draw Challenge, which was started by ‘Nathan Burgoine a few years ago and carried on by Cait Gordon and Jeffrey Ricker. It’s a monthly writing challenge mainly for stress-free fun that anyone can play.

Here’s how it works: the first Monday of every month I draw three cards; a heart, a diamond and a club. These correspond to a list naming a genre, a setting and an object that must appear in the story. Participants write up a flash fiction story, 1,000 words or less, post it to their website and link it here in the comments. I’ll post the results (including, hopefully, one of my own!)

As I’m no good making videos I did the drawing offstage. So, the results were the Eight of Hearts (an Ancient History Story), the Two of Diamonds (An Abandoned Prison) and the Seven of Clubs (A Bag Of Ping Pong Balls.)

So we will write an Ancient History Story, set in an Abandoned Prison, involving a Bag of Ping-Pong Balls.

We’ll have the results here in this same space around Monday April 13th, 2026.

So, get to writing and I’ll post the results next week! And I’m putting the 2026 Flash Draw sheet at the end of this message, again! (* indicates those have been used.)

Thanks for playing, and I’ll see you in about week!

And have fun!

——mike

Here’s the list:

Clubs

1 A Cat

*2 A Crown From a Theater Prop Room

*3 Contact Lenses

4 A Vintage Comic Book

5 A Bunch of Bananas

6 A Manhole Cover

*7. A Bag of Ping-Pong Balls

8 A Suitcase Full Of Money

*9 A Plastic Toy Horse

10 A Book Of Stamps

J A Football

Q A Jack-O-Lantern

K Modeling Clay

HEARTS

A Science Fiction

2 A Sword-And-Sorcery Story

3 A Thriller

*4 A Romance

*5 A Fantasy

6 A Mystery

7. A Comedy

*8 An Ancient History Story

*9 A Horror Story

10 A Fairy Tale

J A Story Involving a Chase

Q A Whodunnit

K A War Story

DIAMONDS

A. A Boat in Hudson Bay

*2 An Abandoned Prison

*3 A Mexican Restaurant

4 The Golden Gate Bridge

5 An Egyptian Pyramid

*6 A Roller Coaster

7 A Chapel

*8 A Skating Rink

9 An Abandoned Highway

10 A Stable

J. A Church Steeple

Q. A Walk-In Freezer

K. The Bottom Of the Ocean

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Why Did The Armchair Cross the Road? Friday Flash Fics From Jeff Baker For April 3, 2026

Posted on April 3, 2026 by jeffbaker307

One Potato, Two Potato, Three Potato Four

by Jeff Baker

“Alright, Mister Margolis,” the Repair Tech in the green jumpsuit said looking at his clipboard. “It says here you are the registered owner of an A709 Emolurator with a Dimensional Sub-Routine, model K65, correct?”

Margolis sat in his easy chair looking nervously around him and nodded.

“Correct.” Margolis said.

“According to your call the problem is not that the device is not working properly, correct?” The Repair Tech asked.

“Correct,” Margolis said.

“The ticket describes the problem as, I quote here; ‘Unintentional Misuse.’” The Repair Tech shook his head. “Mister Margolis, I assume you read the directions before even attempting to engage the device, am I right?”

“Uh, yeah,” Margolis said looking around again.

“Did you adhere to the regulations involving underage use of the device?” The Repair Tech asked. “And requirements for instructing any teen-agers in the house of the restrictions on the device’s usage?”

Margolis nodded, somewhat frantically.

“Any infants or toddlers in the house?” The Repair Tech asked.

“No. No kids,” Margolis said. “It’s just me and…uh, my…my cat.”

“Your cat?” The Repair Tech asked.

“Yeah, I had, uh been duplicating the last slice of pizza and I guess there was some of it left in the machine and the cat went in and, uh, got well…duplicated.”

“Um, duplicated a living cat?” The Repair Tech said. “And it was a living duplicate?”

“Well, yes.” Margolis said. “The copy acts just like Ginger-Boy. Right down to the whiskers.”

“Mister Margolis, there was no reason for you to place an expensive service call, inert non-living matter will stay solid but something living like a cat will simply flicker out of existence in about six hours. If you’d read the instructions…”

“I’ve read the instructions, dammit!” Margolis snapped. “I helped write the damn instructions I helped develop the programs that make the Emolurator possible. And I’ve been working on one of the sub-routines. But there are a few…glitches…”

“Glitches,” the Repair Tech said. “What kind of glitches?”

“Um, non-inert matter, you know like a cat, that’s supposed to disappear after a few hours? Well that’s the sub-routine I was working on. To stabilize the effects.”

“Stabilize?” The Repair Tech said in a flat voice.

“Yeah.” Margolis said. “So we can duplicate a person’s body parts, you know, for replacement and transplants. Stuff like that.”

“Stuff like that,” the Repair Tech said.

“I’ve managed to stabilize living matter,” Margolis said. “Under controlled conditions. The new sub-routine kind of messed with…messed up the Emolurator’s programming.”

“Messed-up…” the Repair Tech said.

“That was working. Well, sort of.” Margolis said. “It’s working on-and-off. I mean, it will go on and off without anybody turning it on or off. And it did.”

“Cats…” the Repair Tech said.

Margolis nodded. “Yeah. I got the one extra cat and I turned the thing off and I checked out both cats and I guess mine went back in the machine and took a nap and then the machine started coming on and on and on…”

The Repair Tech held up his hand with the clipboard to silence Margolis.

“Mister Margolis, is that the reason you are sitting here in the middle of your street in an armchair?”

“Uh, yeah,” Margolis said. “I ran out to the garage and I had this old chair out there and my car’s in the shop and I needed to sit down and I had to get away from the…well, I puled the garage door shut and pushed this out into the street and called you on my cellphone and…and…”

Margolis took a deep breath, shut his eyes and clenched the armrests.

“Acceleration.” Margolis said. “Proportionately. Real fast.”

“Um..is that your house?” the Repair Tech said, pointing.

The Mid-Century Modern home had its window curtains open. There were orange, furry shapes pressed against the windows.

“One-Potato-Two-Potato…” the Repair Tech breathed.

There was a glassy pop as the front window burst open and a flood of orange cats fell into the yard, meowing, yeowling, sniffing.

Margolis and the Repair Tech ran for his van.

As the van barreled down the street, the Repair Tech put through an emergency call to his office, concluding with the words “Don’t ask me why but I need an emergency shut-off on the power to that customer address on my contact sheet!”

“I have a generator…” Margolis said, sinking into the van seat.

They imagined seeing hundreds of cats following them in the rear view mirror.

—end—

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Rainbow Snippets Goes “Green.” From Jeff Baker. March 28, 2026

Posted on March 28, 2026 by jeffbaker307

Every Week at Rainbow Snippets https://www.facebook.com/groups/963484217054974 participants post six lines of a work of theirs, a work-in-progress or a work by someone else that has LGBT characters. My snippets this week come from “Green,” a story I wrote when I realized the weekly flash fiction story I was writing was going to be posted around St. Patrick’s Day and the prompt picture included Christmas decorations. https://authorjeffbaker.com/2026/03/20/green-friday-flash-fics-from-jeff-baker-march-20-2026/

In this snippet, twenty-something Guy is re-united with his onetime boyfriend Luis when he stays at Luis’ apartment, arriving just after dusk…

“It’s just after St. Patrick’s Day, why does the building have Christmas decorations up?” Guy asked.

“Oh, that!” Luis said. “They’re taking pictures for a city Christmas card tonight. Watch this.”

The apartment had been sort of dark with just the kitchen light on, even though it was just after dusk. Luis walked over to the window that faced the street and the corner that was partly in shadow and flipped a switch. A small Christmas tree on the little table in front of the window lit up.

Here’s one more snippet, a little longer than six lines…

Hey, I got the tree on just in time,” Luis said, glancing out the window. “Looks like they’re here to take the pictures.”

“You want to…” Guy said, thumbing at the window.

“Sure,” Luis said with a grin.

The two men stood behind the window, just far enough back to not be that obvious but where Luis knew they could be seen from the street and kissed. Several times.

Luis looked into Guy’s eyes. “You wanna stay here for a while?” Luis asked. “And not go to the trouble of opening up the couch bed?”

And they kissed happily ever after.

See you later, with more snippets…

—-jeff

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