Rainbow Snippet Aug 27

Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).

In this group you’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+. The snippets could range from zero flames to full-on sexytimes, anything goes content-wise. The only rule is snippets will be 6 sentences long–one for each color in the Pride flag.

I would invite everyone to please come check out the Rainbow Snippets group, click on a link, read and comment on the writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE. 

This weeks Snippet is from Gypsy Rogue, a story i've been dabbling with in my spare time. Not sure where it's going or how long it will be yet. A little longer than 6 lines, for that I apologize. I'm still trying to decide where I'm going with this. 

Oh god, oh god it couldn’t be, Gypsy thought to himself, straining to see the man’s face, but the rain was blocking out his features. Gypsy felt himself began to panic, to hyperventilate, as if the tears hadn’t been enough. He wished a sinkhole would swallow him up even while he was grateful that the rain had washed away his tears. Gypsy was only vaguely aware of the man going to one knee beside him, reaching out. He tried to recoil, but was too exhausted, cold and soaked, his emotions frayed.

“Hey now Gypsy, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

The man’s voice, what a relief it brought, it wasn’t his ex, thank God it wasn’t his ex, he wanted to weep all over again for the mercy of that small act. His breathing eased, and slowly, slowly he could unclench his fists from the grass. The man didn’t attempt to touch him again, just heaved a sigh and flopped down onto his back beside Gypsy, shoving his rain soaked hair out of his eyes.

“Shower broken?” he quipped.

“No.” Gypsy didn’t look at the man, couldn’t. He was betting there would be pity in the man's eyes, that, or he’d be eyeing him up like he was measuring Gypsy for a padded room.

“So this is for fun then?” the man wiggled a little, getting comfortable, settling in like he planned to be there for a while. 

Gypsy groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. What the fuck was his ex's estranged little brother doing way the fuck out here, and if Damon had found him, how long would be it before Killian did too?