Rainbow Snippet 1/29/2022:

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 week's Rainbow Snippet comes from Cody's Story, set in the same world as Burning Luck. 

“Care to clue me in.”

“Just…” snickering, Cody shook his head and started unloading their groceries onto the conveyor belt. “If she really thinks she can keep her kids from ever hearing someone cuss, she’s crazy. The old man corrupted me before I was three.”

“Really. What was your first one?”

“Fucking hell,” Cody replied, laughing. “Only I couldn’t say it right, so it came out fuckin’ el.”

Laughing, Bellamy helped unload the cart, already starting to push the encounter with Chase from his mind.

“You should have seen the look on my preschool teacher's face when I accidentally sent crayons scattering in every direction and the words just came flying out of my mouth.”

“Did she call your folks?”

Bellamy wouldn’t have thought it possible for Cody to turn any redder than he already was, but there he was, doubling over and laughing so hard his face turned crimson and the people in the lines beside them started staring their way.

“That was the best part,” Cody said, gasping and hiccupping between words. “She called my mom, who was not having a good day when she came in. Turned out my brother’s teacher had called her in too, after he’d dumped green paint over a little boy's head. My brother’s pouting and dragging his feet and somehow my mom managed to get the pocket of her hoodie caught on the doorknob, which tore, sending her cell phone crashing to the floor. The screen broke and mom let out a stream of profanities the likes of which I’m sure the teacher had never heard.”