Short Story: Ten Years Later, Part 2

Read Part 1 first.

 

Ten Years Later
Part 2 of 2

Louis: Where are you tonight?

Me: Another hotel room. Germany this time. I can’t wait for this tour to be done.

Louis: You’ll come and see me after?

Me: Depends. At your country manor or the flat in town?

Louis: Anywhere, any time.

Warmth spread in my chest. I wanted him, like I’d always wanted him. Nothing had changed.

Me: I’ve rented a guesthouse at Musha Cay, Bahamas, for after the tour. The place David Copperfield owns?

Louis: What happened to Jamaica?

Me: Not this trip. I hesitated a moment, then texted, Join me? Continue reading

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Short Story: Ten Years Later, Part 1

This story will be posted in two parts because it’s longish for a blog. First part today, second part Monday, so you don’t have to wait long to finish it.

A friend was telling me about Harry Styles’s new album. He used to be in 1D (One Direction). He may still be, but he’s apparently taking a break to work on some of his own stuff. Anyway, I got to thinking about what it might be like for him and Louis ten years from now, and this story is the result.

You do not have to know anything about them, the band, or their relationship to read and enjoy this. All the info you need is in the story.

Author’s note: A big shoutout and my thanks to JC, who was extremely helpful with 1D tidbits I would never have known, and to Allison and Helena, for beta’ing this.

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Ten Years Later
Part 1 of 2

I stopped by the hotel bar for a drink, turned around, and there he was.

For a moment I couldn’t believe it, then my stomach plummeted like it did when I rode the roller coaster, making me feel that odd combination of sick and exhilarated.

He was talking to a woman, smiling and relaxed, and memories rushed through me. Even all these years later, I wasn’t ready for this. I ducked my head and slid away. Fuck the drink. I’d open one of the mini bottles in the room.

“Harry?”

I froze, pasted on a smile, and faced him. “Louis. Imagine running into you here.”

“Weird, eh?” His delight at seeing me seemed totally natural. “I’d heard you were doing a gig tomorrow night.”

I nodded, still wishing I was elsewhere. “On tour. Sometimes it seems endless.”

He nudged me. “You always loved being on stage.”

So had he, and he wasn’t any longer. He’d given up performing several years ago. Hell, he didn’t even sing anymore. Someone told me he’d bought a place in Doncaster, was writing songs, and raising kids. Continue reading

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Photos: 6.12.17

If you follow me on FB or my South Florida photo collection on G+, you’ve seen a couple of these already, but I’m posting them here because many of you only see my work on the blog. Besides, you wouldn’t mind seeing them again, right? 😉

Let’s start with the common moorhen, a bird I don’t think is common at all. They’re striking, in fact, with that red face shield and yellow on the beak. The bird looks particularly happy in this shot.  Continue reading

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Photos: 6.9.17

R finished the renovation work on the second house he bought, and it’s now rented. I was able to spend one last hour there before the tenants moved in. Surprisingly, it’s a hotbed for good photos. A gray squirrel was very curious about me.  Continue reading

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Photos: 6.5.17

I’ve been doing a lot of work with textures lately. Why? Because often the background in pictures is distracting due to busyness or boredom. Same ol’, same ol’, ya know? Inspired by the art of Jai Johnson, a wildlife photographer/artist in Tennessee, I’m starting to develop my own style. All art is a progression of ideas and learning.

I bought a package of textures and went to work. I can’t tell you how much fun I’m having doing these. Will I get bored with it eventually? Probably. I eventually get bored with everything. Always looking for the newest thrill, ya know. 😉 But for now I’m riveted, never knowing how a picture will turn out.

Wood stork. Photo taken at a local canal. The background was a bunch of trees. Not altogether bad, but now one sees the bird.  Continue reading

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