Rainbow Snippet: 2/12/22 from Claiming Cody

 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. 

“Now, I might have been a bit stoned,” Cody admitted. “Okay, so, I was hella stoned, but one minute, he was sitting by himself, and the next, there were five other Elvis’ at the table. One in a powder blue pantsuit that damn near blinded me when I looked up. Talk about sequins. There was one in pink, and black, and orange, and white, while the main guy stood there in gold. There was so much shimmery shit that I started getting distracted every time one of them moved.”

“Damn, I’m trying to picture that, I know I shouldn’t be, since no amount of brain bleach will ever get it out of my head, but damn.”

“Yeah, tell me about it, turns out they were celebrating the first year of being in business.”

“Okay, here’s what I wanna know. Do they call each other up in the morning to be certain they’re each wearing a different color, or are there times when it’s a roll of the dice and you might have three pink Elvis’ rolling around the city?”

“Now see, that’s how you fuck up someone’s high. ‘Cause I could picture walking along and seeing a blond Elvis in a pink suit heading down market street, and fifteen minutes later, watching a red-headed Elvis in a pink suit parking at the taxi stand.”

“Redheads should not wear pink, worse fashion decisions ever happen when red-headed people put on any shade between hot and watermelon.”

“Does salmon count?” Cody asked. “Because it doesn’t really seem like pink to me, more like tan with a slightly warm hue. That can’t be pink.”

“Maybe when it’s cooked?”

“That’s more orange though.”

“True. I think that’s one of those colors that never really fits in anywhere because it’s just the sad faded cousin of something else.”

Burning Luck can be found on Amazon