Before he could register what was happening, Brandon was backed into the kitchen counter. The kiss came impassioned, almost urgent. His hands scrabbled on the edge of the cool quartz as he moved to steady himself against the unexpected force. He could hear the soft thuds of tomatoes hitting the floor. But before he had…
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2.8 Let Go
Brandon tapped his foot nervously on the floor and cupped the standard-issue white coffee cup, which he had ordered not because he had been particularly interested in sampling what sludge this cafe was passing for coffee, but because it gave his hands something to do. What was he doing here? He heaved a gusty sigh…
2.7. Best Laid Plans
Brandon felt the splatter of the August-stiffened grass beneath his sneakers as he broke into a jog across the back yard. He wasn’t sure if his pace was quickened by a desire to catch Kyle before he had prematurely sprung the trap, or so as not to miss a single moment should he blunder into…
2.6. Seized
Brandon’s blood was a hissing metronome is his ears as the RAV ascended the slope toward the farmhouse. Seeing Kyle today was far sooner than he had planned. He doubted the patch of ground he had painstakingly churned for the occasion was sufficiently saturated from just one summer downpour. He had envisioned testing it himself—even…
2.5. First Steps
Anthony glanced at the top corner of his cell screen. Where the bars were supposed to be was nothing but dashes—just a few stitches of white pixels to announce the promise of solitude. He couldn’t suppress a smile as he looked up at the green-gray leaves hissing in the hot sigh of the September afternoon….
2.4. Baiting the Hook
Twelve-year-old Brandon had never been fishing before. But Timmy had insisted. Timmy was about his age and often spent summers with his grandmother, who happened to live next door to Brandon. Between Timmy’s carefree, gung-ho attitude and the fact that he had a small, kid-sized spincast reel that looked like it had been manufactured by…
2.3. Happenstance
Anthony stood with his Muck boot on a fallen log as he peered out over the boggy forest. Brandon’s eyes flashed to the stippled rubber upper, the way it gently creased above Anthony’s toe as he leaned forward. It was a quick glance, but nothing that got the better of him. He resumed tightening to…
2.2. Pieces
Brandon woke the next morning and knew two things with absolute certainty before he had even rolled out of bed. The first was that the yellowed 1950’s acoustic ceiling tiles on the ceiling needed to go. Today. The morning sun was already high enough that it reflected off of the ripple glass patio table below,…
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