Thank
you so much for having me on your blog, Rebecca Brochu. I would like to share
with your readers my new m/m short story, A
Midnight Caller, published by Bitten Press.
Walking
with your eyes closed
Have
you ever walked with your eyes closed? How did it feel? Well, I never do it
myself. It must have a bit claustrophobic feeling in it, and I know I’d hate to
do that. It must be like doing something without knowing what you have with
you, where you are, and who you are with. It’s not different from getting a
call from someone you don’t know and that person keeps nagging at you and wants
to meet you.
Now
getting call from a stranger—this has happened to me. This guy was a friend of
my friend but I totally didn’t know him. He called and texted me several times
and we agreed to meet. It was kind of a blind date and we would wear this color
and that. He was all right, I guess, thank goodness, but I decided not to see
him anymore. Why? Well, he ended up asking me for money. I was, like, whuh? I
didn’t know what to make of him. Lucky he never called me again after that.
A Midnight Caller
Summary:
Actor
Ashley Ferguson had received several mysterious calls for the past couple of
nights. The caller said he was also an actor. Ashley tried to find out who he
was and guessed it was Colt Harper, a young actor whose show was also playing
on TV. Ashley thought of reporting the calls to the cops several times but he
kept delaying doing it.
One
night after Ashley was finished shooting someone grabbed him in the parking
lot. The man said he was the midnight caller. Ashley was afraid that his
earlier guess was wrong and his decision not to report to the police would end
up really bad for him.
Excerpt:
“Hey,
I’m sorry, man…”
“And
you said you’d call the next day but you didn’t.”
“Oh,
were you expecting that? Sorry to disappoint you.”
“Shut
up. I’m just so stupid. Get out of my life, okay?”
“Hey,
wait. Please, I didn’t mean that. I’m so grateful you want to talk to me.”
“I
don’t want to talk to you.”
“Yeah,
I know. I mean, thanks for giving me the chance to talk to you. By the way,
Ashley…”
“Listen.
You sound like a good kid. Why don’t you tell me your name and end all this
weirdness?”
“And
then we can meet?”
“We’ll
see about that.”
“Don’t
you want to see me?”
BUY LINK:
About the Author:
Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city
famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling
stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you
can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams,
though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she
prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather
than sleeping.
Another thing Iyana loves is
kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil,
Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would
play with her when she writes.
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