Rainbow Snippet July 23rd

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. 

Still not sure what the new story wants to be yet, but I've got a few pages now so here's a snippet from page 2:

His eyes drifted up to the window, blank and empty, and he sighed and slid from the truck, then lifted  Fester down beside him, a thin smile stretching his lips as the old hound shook himself so hard he nearly fell over.

Four years had sure changed the house and the land around it, and he couldn’t help but take the time to walk around the yard, searching for something familiar, knowing he was stalling, putting off the reunion with whatever ghosts were waiting for him inside.

The garden patch his mother had always taken such pains to keep orderly was now overrun with weeds. He knelt and pulled a few, tangling his hands around the thick stalks and yanking until the roots came up with clumps of dirt stuck to them. He cleared a small section before uncovering the broken ceramic remains of a faded garden snail, a fragment of the word Joy resting imbedded in the earth.

He ran his finger over the surface before he stood and brushed the dirt from the knees of his black mesh jeans and headed up onto the porch, the chains that dangled from them jangling with every step. Fishing in his pocket he pulled out the envelop that held the key and dug it out from amongst the rest of the papers; the deed that had been such a shock to him when it had arrived, taped to the newspaper clipping of his father’s obituary and the handwritten note expressing sorrow that they’d been unable to locate him before putting his father in the ground.