In progress.

A semi-autobiographical romance: In the pursuit of independence and casual sex, Cyn falls in love – with the capital L. Wait? Is that a thing? Cyn never believed so – and still doesn’t want to …

Excerpt:

I noticed that the one salesperson was busy talking to a customer in the back of the cozy store. They seem to be discussing the advantages of one book over another – a low murmur of voices. That was fine with me, I was only there to see the Opal Creek board and familiarize myself with what had been happening while I had been sick. It was a well-made board; many pictures featuring the old-growth forests, articles from that side to the spare, major players and the roles that they play. Another of my lovers, Rocky – a neophyte politician, had his picture on there. I smiled at the remembrance; I have met Rocky at his fundraising event, I campaigned for him, fucked him, that introduced to Julio, voted for him, and then moved on to Julio and the Opal Creek movement.

Anywho, I was pretty emerged in reviewing the current environmental fight. Julio and I had ended two weeks before and I had gotten a pretty bad bug and had been homebound,  I was out of the loop – I have not made it to any of the new rallies, in fact I’d had not even made it to do store to buy newspapers I had been so sick, had missed so many days of work that I had even lost my job. I was enjoying catching up seeing that there anti-loggers were making progress in saving the specific northwest little jewel.

When I heard the voice behind me “May I help you?” It made me jump little. It was a nice enough voice, a good neutral tenor, but one that did not endear me right away to the speaker.

Being a sociable sport, I turned around. That was my mistake; my fatal mistake.

For when I turned around I looked straight into eyes as golden and potent as a tiger’s; it was like being pulled into a black hole spinning to stars and nebulae, it was like having your souls leave your body and then float there as an observer. Strange this watching from the outside. The pupils inside his hazel eyes expanded; I could tell that he felt something too.

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