The second Patreon short story, Next Time is Now, is finished and up for everyone to read!  It’s a story about a love so timeless that… well, I’ll give you a taste of the story itself. (Cassie Cook-Ward’s idea inspired this one. Thanks, Cassie!)

Peter lay on a queen-sized bed in a nondescript Super 8 motel room in Westbrook, Maine, strapped to an EKG monitor, trying to calm his nerves. This would work. It had to. He couldn’t go through losing her again.

“It’ll be okay, Peter,” said Marnie Amari, squeezing his hand. “I still wish you’d let me do it, though.”

They’d argued about this for days. Marnie had a heart murmur. If her heart were stopped, it might not start again. His would, or at least he hoped it would.

Want to read more? Just subscribe to my Patreon (below) for at least a $1 a month and you’ll have access to this story, last month’s story, and all future short stories!

https://www.patreon.com/posts/next-time-is-now-23124105

 

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Fred Ruskin lay tangled in sweaty sheets, awake, alone, and staring at the ceiling, just as he’d been doing for the last hour and a half. He was also very drunk, and had been since at least noon, maybe longer. He honestly couldn’t remember. It was sweltering inside his apartment and he felt like he was going to puke again. Fighting down the urge to vomit, he forced himself to his feet, grabbing the bedpost for balance, and shuffled across his little apartment to the refrigerator to down another bottle of Pabst Blue Ribbon.

— Small Things, Chapter 32