Lee Wilson - Stories

In response to Prompt#320:

First line: “This tastes like shit!”

Stanley and Addison have a discussion over Addison’s latest cooking experiment.

Prompt #265

Write a story that begins with a phone call at three in the morning.

Trevor insisted the house phone be on his side of the bed. There was one problem with that; Trevor was nearly impossible to wake up. One night, the phone rings at three AM. Julius has a hard time waking Trevor, but finally succeeds. Trevor finally answers the phone on the ninth ring. The phone call starts something they never could have expected.

If you've ever wondered how Santa Claus can do everything he's purported to do at Christmas, well, you're about to find out. Or at least a theory.

Summerabbacat likes to call my tamer stories Lee Wilson Light. Well, this one is going to be Lee Wilson Light as a snowflake. But I hope you all can still enjoy it with the spirit of the season in mind. There are no gay characters. There is no sex. There is no nasty antagonist. Anyway, here goes.

The story was inspired by Prompt #211:

You’re a closeted gay man at a company gathering, for example, a conference of some kind. The company brought in a unique kind of entertainment and you’re attracted to one of the entertainers. With their costumes, you can’t tell if they’re male or female. You decide, what the heck, and ask them to meet you later. They’re not what you expected.

Elisa Davis was a somewhat odd child. Her brother tagged her with the nickname Lis, and it stuck for the rest of her life. Her parents figured out her oddness at a fairly young age. They’d be looking for something - a wallet, watch, car keys, whatever - and sometimes Lis would bring them whatever it was they were looking for. Usually though, she just told them where it was.

I know you’re probably confused right now. That confusion gets resolved in a later (but not much) chapter.

How does a man deal with the death of his wife and picking up the pieces? Sometimes not well.

This is an updated version based on some user input. Hopefully it reads a little better.

This “book” contains a few short stories with a common thread. I did indeed work in a grocery store, and had the occasional sexual fantasy about a co-worker. Most of these are almost completely fiction other than the idea be hind each one.

They are pretty much as they were first published on nifty. There may be some minor enhancements as I tweak them for posting here. We’ll see. Filling in ideas has gotten a little tough for me lately, but I wanted to continue to share, so I give you ‘Grocery Store Fantasies.’

Book 3 in the Jacksonville Jaunts series centers around Bart Hamilton. Bart was once a teammate of Carlo Marini's on the cross-country team. Even as a senior in high school, Bart was unsure of his sexuality. He waffled between thinking he was gay, bi, and periodically straight since his early teens. It wasn't until after he turned thirty-four before his feelings were cemented on the gay side of the fence. That was when a man named Noah Hankins changed his life for good.

How does a man deal with the death of his wife and picking up the pieces? Sometimes not well.

Roy Patterson just moved into town. About to be a high-school junior, he was not really happy with the move. But his dad got a promotion, he got a bedroom of his own. Leaving a few good friends didn't make up for all that. Two weeks in and he hasn't found anyone who could be a friend.

That all changes one Sunday. The circumstances around that change are, to say the least, a bit odd.