So I was thinking...

In between stuff for the Maddox Vale universe, which is a yet unpublished work (or works really) which is always swirling in my head and the latest entry in an Anthology for my writer's group, I texted someone and realized... I'm out of touch.

I don't keep my phone on and even my familial unit has problems reaching me if I'm not in another room. I was wondering why I do that, and I realized I do it because I have the unrelenting need to answer immediately. 

Stop what you're doing and pick it up now immediately. 

Maybe it has to do with what I do for a living (cause writing won't pay the bills) or maybe it's just that childhood fear that I might miss something that my mom always insisted I have. Whatever it is I have to answer a phone or text or even Skype message right away.

So it's off. All the time.

I always said I wanted to be a hermit. You know, living in a cave, all by myself. With internet connection and Fedex or UPS delivery of course.

Maybe this is my own self imposed exile. I'm not sure. 

I am sure that phone is not going on anytime soon...

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Working on....

Troy sat across from Glen as they waiting for Tony to show up.  Glen ordered his tea, Troy a tomato juice.  Glen’s cell phone rang, it was Tony.”

“We’re waiting.”  Glen answered.

“Don’t say I never gave you anything.  You guys look good together.  I’ll talk to you later.”   Tony disconnected and Glen rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“I’m sorry Troy, but the loser bailed on us.”  Glen put his phone back in his pocket.

“He’s not coming?”  Troy’s eyebrows furrowed.  “You think it’s because of me?”

Glen saw the other man’s worry and reacted by smiling and holding up his hand.  “In a way it is, and I hope I don’t offend you.  Tony thinks you’d be a good match for me.”

“Match?  Like in boyfriend?”  Troy looked down at his tomato juice.

“Yes.”  Glen picked up his tea and brought it to his lips, then paused.  “He caught me watching you Sunday.”  Glen sipped his tea, watching Troy over his cup.

Kevin floated in the neither here nor there waiting for the final leg of the journey to be complete.  He looked through the portal, saw it was dark, but he could make out grass and some darker shadows.  Reaching out his hand, he again encountered the solidity that prevented him from slipping through.

“Damn it.”  He scrunched his eyes and rubbed his forehead in frustration.  “Conductor, what is preventing transport?”

“Humanoid detected.”  The metallic voice droned, he still didn’t understand why the Primes never changed that.

“Deploy countermeasures.”

“Deployed… ineffective.”

“Release fear inducers”

“Ineffective.”

“Transmit danger enhancer.”

“Ineffective.”

Kevin slapped his thigh.  “Come on, I want to go home.  It’s been a long day.”

“Unable to comply.”

Grabbing the circular gateway globe on his neck, he concentrated on the Prime.  A miniature of a woman appeared floating from the marble like pendant.

“Where’s Ventner.”  His voice was clipped and demanding.  “I can’t get through the portal.”

“It’s his turn to party.”   Her smirk lifted to the left as her eyes narrowed.  “You’re stuck with me.”

“Who are you?”  She resembled Ventner, same blue eyes, same dark hair.

“I am Olien.  I am the First Triad.”

The First Triad?  Shit, now he was in trouble.   “Sorry, Ma’am.  Uh, could you give me to you assistant?  I’m sure you don’t want to deal with my problem.

“Nonsense Kelgor, this is exactly the thing I do need to deal with.”

“Kevin.”  He forced through gritted teeth.

“Kelgor Hyatt from the planet Solgan.”  She held his gaze.  “You were brought on two hundred years ago, you live on earth and like to go by the name Kevin.”  Pointing her finger at him, then raising it and ticking it back and forth.  “You can’t release your responsibilities to someone else.  It’s your problem.”

“What?”  Pointing to the opening he raised his voice.  “How is an inoperative portal my responsibility?

“Have a nice day.”  She was gone.

Why did the Triad have to rotate?  The frustrated thought flitted through his brain as he dropped the pendant down his shirt collar to hang against his chest.  He’d gotten used to Ventner. 

….To be continued….

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Hi!  I'm Nora, and thank you for visiting.  I write, a lot.  I write about my favorite subject Men on Men.  It seems I am a Gay Romance Writer... who knew?

Right now I am working on a confrontation scene to a short story that I call Educational Obsession.  It's a crime drama kind of thing.  It was written from a request for an Anthology, but it didn't fit the theme.  I guess it's a bit... Dark.

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