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Every Saturday, those participating post and share six sentences of LGBTQ+ fiction on their blogs. It might be their own. It might be someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQ+.
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For mine, Leiwell picks up where he left off on Me Me Monday, dreaming of his master in Protecting the Lights…this is slightly longer than six sentences, since I wanted to end at a good stopping point.
I’d be wandering the garden, surrounded by a rising mist, exploring the tangled rosebushes I’d allowed to grow wild, blocking any potential Doors Danyel and Tayel might find.
None of these obstacles could stop my master. He strode through them in his dark green robes, careless of the thorns.
I turned and ran before he could speak to me, my labored breath waking me to the wood of the kitchen table under my cheek.
Once I found myself inside the tower walls, descending a staircase to basement, hung with tapestries. People stared at me from the weave with familar eyes, tugging at memories which might not be mine.
My master stepped out of the cloth, separating himself from an image of a king sitting on a throne of bones and dead vines, all hardened into stone, leaving it empty.
“Take my hand, my darling.” He stretched out his hand, making his gesture half offer, half command.