Unwilling to Be Yours

It’s QueerBlogWed, not that I’m around for it. Peter and Unwilling to Be Yours are, picking up right where they left off on Monday…

 

First, the chicken fell with a huge, clattering bang which dented its beak.

Ahem, let me explain.

The Navel did its best to live up to its title of being the center of all things bizarre. Not all of its items were strange, in and of themselves. You could find exquisitely painted decks of tarot cards, illustrated books, a variety of crystals, candles, and an assortment of tea.

None of these struck me as being bizarre. Perhaps they were here because of occult associations. Anything which might be considered magic was thrown in with the weird, which was a truly weird attitude. At least to me.

Other items lived up to the reputation of being bizarre. Some of the weirdest were what appeared to be religious icons.

I recognize none of them, although I did recognize the penitent and proud stature these ceramics, statues, pictures, and metal statues were frozen within. Recognition ended with the posture.

Many of these icons weren’t human, at least no completely. Some of them were of, well, I can only describe them as part chicken.

Unwilling to Be Yours

It’s Me Me Monday! Time to strut, celebrate, and promote your Me-ness! I may not be here to do it, but Peter and the Cauldron will continue to play. 🙂 Here they are with the next part of Unwilling to Be Yours.

I didn’t know how Damian did it, either.

Christopher hardly ever smiled. The best he’d manage was a half smile.

I’d managed to coax one out of him, with my first customer. I was still trying to figure out how to get a second one. It was especially hard, since accidents kept happening which made him scowl.

Unwilling to Be Yours

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets! Even though I’m not actually here for Rainbow Snippets. I still thought I’d offer up six sentences of LGBTQ+ fiction in honor of the day.

This is a tradition which is practiced every Saturday (or Sunday). The six sentences can be your own. They can be someone else’s. They just need to be LGBTQ+

To check out a wide variety of samples, go to https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/?ref=group_header

Peter picks up right where he left off on Wednesday in my absence in Unwilling to Be Yours…

 

“Damian had this way of just getting Christopher to smile, no matter how scared or shy he felt.” She delivered this personal tidbit with a hearty casualness.

Christopher froze with a small, pink stone in his hand, but he didn’t turn his head or respond to her words. His lips trembled, while tension knotted his smooth, white forehead.

“I don’t know how he did it.” The delivery woman lowered her voice, shaking her head.

I nodded, keeping one eye fixed upon the boy, determined to ignore our attention.