My firefighter, paramedic, genie short. Lol. The Erotica writers of Absolute Write are at it again–another anthology to support the forum. This time, we’re working on the colours red, blue, green, and black. I’m thinking about throwing another one in for black, but it’s a side-story from something else I’m working on and I’m not sure what I want to do with it yet.
So, Cody doesn’t know he’s purchased a genie in a dusty old bottle. He washes it and…
“Damn soap.” He rinsed the bottle off, dried the stopper, and braced it between his knees. This time, the stopper slid out easily. Too easily, because he nearly punched himself in the face. Standing straight again, he turned the stopper over and frowned at the foggy crystal.
“Well, you didn’t think I was going to let you open it while it was in the sink, do you? That would be all I’d need—a century of being stuck in my bottle, ended by the equivalent of a biblical flood. With soap. Yuck.”
Cody dropped the bottle and spun around. The bottle hit the floor, but instead of breaking, it bounced twice and settled sturdily on its base. He looked up from that amazing circumstance to see something even more amazing.
Standing in the middle of his kitchen was a man. A short, slender man wearing a bright orange shirt that stopped inches above the waist of his ragged skinny jeans and, incongruously, a pair of two hundred dollar sneakers. His scorching red hair was clipped on one side and long enough on the other to fall over his eyes. The guy grinned and waved cheerily at him. “Well, maybe not entirely a century. Sure felt like it, though. Boring in there.”
Involving a firefighter, a paramedic, and–at some point in the story–a genie with a touch of pyromania. And maybe, if you’re very good, I’ll tell you where it’s headed.
Gene walked out of the bunkroom with his overnight bag and dropped it behind the couch. He picked an apple out of the bowl on the counter and took a bite before asking, “You still okay to go digging through the antique shops with me this morning?”
“Sure. You know what you want?”
“I don’t know, exactly. Maybe a table, or a jewelry box? Man, I hate shopping for anniversary presents. But it’s ten years, now, and if I don’t make it a good one, I’ll be fighting for space in the doghouse for the next ten.”
Cody tapped his nose and nodded wisely. “That’s why I never got married.”
“You say that now, but I bet when the right girl comes along you’ll change your tune.”
The clock said five minutes to seven now and Cody’s stomach gave a little flutter.
Seth walked in. The flutter in Cody’s stomach turned into full blown nervous twitches and he turned his back on the man to hide his reaction. He’d always thought he was straight, until two months ago. Until the day Seth, with his blond hair and lean, compact body had transferred to Cody’s station. Now, every time he saw the man, his body bluntly informed him that he wasn’t nearly as straight as he’d thought.
Heloise is a member of my critique group who writes beautiful, lyrical prose. Her primary interest lies in time periods which are not our own, and she has a particular affection for Venice and all parts Italian. (What can I say? The lady has good taste!)
Her short story with Dreamspinner press has just released as part of the Juicy Bits anthology. If you haven’t heard about it, the idea was essentially to strip away most of a full length novel, leaving us with just those bits that you come back to read over and over again.
Here is the premise of her story:
In Renaissance Florence, legend says the statue of Neptune, once a man who spurned women, walks the night in search of his lover. Sculptor Beltramino also yearns for a lover. Marco, on the run and accused of a crime he did not commit, finds shelter in Beltramino’s garden, as if in answer to Beltramino’s prayers. The two submit to a formidable erotic attraction that transforms them into lovers who are stronger together than apart.
If you want to check out her blog, she’s going to be doing some fascinating posts about the legend mentioned in the description above, and about some of the history that plays into the setting and the central idea.
Keep an eye out for this chick. I’ve seen what’s coming down the pipe, and you’re not going to want to miss it.
Keep in mind that I haven’t even looked at the file yet. So I may be panicking for nothing. But I doubt it.
I downloaded my emails and there it was, sitting balefully in my email box, scarier than a cornered raccoon or a politician when you try to take his expense account away. An email from my…editor.
This is a short story–not my natural length–but it was a fun little exercise. The crew on the Erotica forum at the Absolute Write Water Cooler decided to put together a charity anthology and donate the proceeds to the great and wonderful MacAllister, who runs the whole shebang and pays for it too. Considering the incredible amount I have learned and continue to learn over there, I thought it was the least I could do. The anthology had an underground theme and, being a very logical and scientific person, I wrote a story about spelunking. And other types of exploration… 😀
If you haven’t been to Absolute Write, you should check it out. It’s a great community and, even if you don’t write, you will still be welcome. Come visit me on the Erotica forum, and occasionally elsewhere. I’m the fat kitty surrounded by plot bunnies. (Hey, Christmas was tough around here!)