Monday, June 13, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Candy

Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.

 It's time to have more zombie fun! Today we have another excerpt from my LGBTQ zom-rom-com Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 4 - Zombies, Zendra, and Ziegfeld Follies.

 This story contains crude language, gore because of the darn zombies, and gay sexual situations. If that offends now would be the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales offering.  Our word prompt for the week is "Candy".

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As it turns out Gordon missed the trip to the outlying areas. Seems he picked up the bug that Justine and Eden were battling. My hubby was lying abed with a low-grade fever as I threw a change of clothes into a small backpack.

"I can go," he protested. I turned my head to look at his ashen face.

"Babe, you`re dashing to the outhouse every fifteen minutes," I said. He mumbled and rolled to his side. He was such a poor patient. "I highly doubt Joe and Tink want to deal with that. Just stay in bed and drink lots of fluid. Mom will be here shortly to take Jules until you`re better."

"I can watch my own son," he grumbled. I smiled at his muscular back then zipped my backpack shut.

"Of course you can, but Mom likes to feel that she`s helping." I lifted a leather belt from the bed and buckled it around my hips. My favorite Smith & Wesson handgun rested all snug and warm in the holster. I had cleaned it just last night when Gordon began trotting to the potty at a steady rate. Call it a hunch…

"Your mother is a doter," Gordon huffed into his pillow.

"Yes she is and you'll be happy for all that doting when she heaps it on you. Now stop being so grumpy." I slid a large Bowie knife into a leather sheath strapped to my left thigh. My man said something muffled by the pillow, so I padded over to the bed and sat down behind him."If only we had some chicken. She makes the best chicken soup. Try not to be too ugly, okay?"

He muttered and nodded his head. I bent over to drop a kiss to his head. His hair was damp and lank.

"Don`t forget about the Spring Fling," he said. I promised him that I would be back in time to flounce, prance, and sing. "I mean it. Make sure you come back to sing. Bring back some candy."

"I will." A knock interrupted us. I whispered my love for him beside his warm ear then went to greet my mother at the door.

Copyright 2016 ©by V.L. Locey


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Karen Cino said...

What a wonderful way to incorporate the word prompt into your story.

Cathy Brockman said...

Sounds like more fun ahead for this story.

V.L. Locey said...

I;m not sure how much fun is ahead but I can guarantee some excitement. And zombies. Always zombies. =D

Jillian said...

love the way you worked in the candy prompt. This is a great story and I love these characters. They have a great rapport.

Susanne Matthews said...

Well done. Can't wait to learn more.