Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Training Cats, a Torquere Charity Sip

For this year's story, I was inspired to write the story of one of Keith and Dante's friends. Brent is part of the On Call circle, but his path is a bit rockier. Training Cats could be subtitled "The Case of the Missing Spine," but things do indeed get better for him.

The Blurb:

The gloss is off Brent's relationship with Tyler—the real man is showing through and his inside does not match the outside. Tyler's handsome and glamorous, but that's no longer enoughto overcome his selfishness. Brent's got a better chance of teaching a cat tosit and stay than of convincing Tyler to be thoughtful, and it's time to stop trying.

No longer distracted by appearances, a newly single Brent is finally ready to notice the considerate,steadfast man who's been part of the background too long.

The lights were going dim behind them once they got to the check-out. Brent told himself not to flinch at the total -- they were buying what they wanted and needed, it wasn't a problem. In fact, he could have a little indulgence of his own.

"I'll wait in line, and you please grab a bag of M&Ms, plain." Tyler lifted an eyebrow -- Brent didn't like having to cajole Tyler into walking forty feet. "You know what the green ones do…"

Tyler took his time -- Brent was at the front of the line before he got back.

"Hi, Evan, how's it going?" Brent liked the cashier, who sometimes came into the pharmacy to run the register when they had a big rush. The stud in his nose didn't catch the eye with anything but light, and he always had a smile and a kind word for the harried shoppers who tended to wrench the prescriptions out of his hand and bolt. Evan might have put a few of them off with his shoulder-length brown-with-a-bleached-streak hair and jeans that sagged to the limit of store-policy's tolerance, but his drawer always balanced on first count. Brent had considered asking Evan out, but then he'd met Tyler.

"Not bad, but glad it's the end of the night." Evan missed the barcode on the artichokes and had to take another swipe. "Dinner should be good." He ran the steaks over the scanner, and when he got to the books,he put them in a plastic bag, safe from any dampness. Then he scanned a yellow,rattle-y bag.

"I really wanted plain." Brent shouldn't have specified -- either Tyler would have known what he liked by now or he'd have a fifty-fifty chance of getting his wish. His preferences had come up in the last seven months.

"I like peanut." Tyler leaned his hip against the check-out, silhouetted against the flickering finish-up-and-leaveof the ceiling lights.

Brent signed the touch-pad and tried not to think about how many M&Ms came in a PriceCo-sized bag.
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JM Cartwright said...

Hey, Pam - good to see you here today. Your Sip sounds like a great read. I have it in my basket at Torquere!


PD Singer said...

That's great! Hope you enjoy. I've got a ton of reading waiting for me as a prize for doing all the stuff I *have* to get done.