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Thank you for your comments, Val. Glad you liked it.

Thank you for your ongoing support, Lisa. Yup, I'm glad they all got together. I think Rywan will teach Corneles a lesson or two in discipline. LOL

Maybe I should have included the time lapses. But each scene break does infer a time lapse. Maybe you mean Will accepting Cornele's presence so meekly? The last scene occurs about three weeks later. Thank you for reading Irritable. Glad you enjoyed the journey

Thank you Gene. I am glad you enjoyed the story. It could have been longer, but I intended it to be a short story so I had to follow up on that.

Building sandcastles is a metaphore for the insecurity that Baz is feeling with Will. He knows he has fallen in love at first site, and this is one of the themes throughout the story. Thank you for your kind words, appreciate your support.

William is such an old soul. He is wise and mature beyond his age. However, he is young, no escaping that. What does he want? Read on.

William is such an old soul. He is wise and mature beyond his age. However, he is young, no escaping that. What does he want? Read on.

Thank you Valkyrie. 2nd person is difficult to write. The tag or attribution, YOU SAY, is so ugly lol, but unavoidable lol. 2nd person present tense is a challenge, but I am over the moon that it panned out exactly as I wanted. The characters were not intrusive, in other words, they did not argue with me as to where the story was headed. Matt Cardle Is such a special guy, and so gay friendly it hurts. Lol. I can totally relate to sitting on the beach and listening to his music. There is always music in my latest stories. Its part of my formula.

Thank you Valkyrie. 2nd person is difficult to write. The tag or attribution, YOU SAY, is so ugly lol, but unavoidable lol. 2nd person present tense is a challenge, but I am over the moon that it panned out exactly as I wanted. The characters were not intrusive, in other words, they did not argue with me as to where the story was headed. Matt Cardle Is such a special guy, and so gay friendly it hurts. Lol. I can totally relate to sitting on the beach and listening to his music. There is always music in my latest stories. Its part of my formula.

I thought you'd like it. Thank you

One week has passed quicker than the swat of a fly and every day has been a challenge. But, what would life be without challenge? In this instance, the challenge has come from nature. Unlike a computer, a botched challenge is not easily turned back to default. There is no “give me back my arm” button. Unlike an artist’s canvass, there is no brush that can sweep over a mistake and make it right. You’ve come to realize that learning to do basic, mediocre chores like brushing teeth, signing a do

Thanks Joan. I hope I don't let you down with the final chapter.

Thankyou Nostalgic, I was hoping for an emotional response from someone. Means I'm doing something right.

Yes, C0rneles is my hubbie's middle name, lol

“Are you sure there is nothing that can be done?” Gary seemed oblivious to the noises in the corridor; of the nurses and doctors milling about in the wards. An overload of disinfectant like surgical spirits assaulted his olfactory system. His rounded, chestnut eyes possessed a fog that resembled a mask of sorrow. The last few weeks had been hell on earth, and each day that passed scarred his unshaven face. He sat outside Brian’s private room, away from the general ward, while the nurses washed

A response to Prompt 307.

You open your eyes and adjust to the light in the room. An IV drip sends liquids into your body. Machines monitor your progress. “Hi buddy.” Will leans forward and kisses you lightly on the forehead. “Welcome to the land of the living.” Your voice is dry, like sandpaper. “Hi.” You try to lift your amputated arm, but all you feel is a pinch. It feels as the entire arm is there. You try again, the pinch becomes an unbearable sharp pain. “Don’t try to move, Baz. Just be still.” ‘My hand…?"

I began reading it as just a story. As the story gained momentum, I began to read between the lines. Sure enough, I discovered that in a way, we all want acceptance, regardless of who we are or what we do, it's in all of us. Even heterosexuals seek acceptance amongst their peers in their careers, bisexual men and women, gay folk, children, in fact all subcultures seek acceptance in some form or the other. The first thing that William did, was to accept himself, but he had not learned to love himself, hence he could not love someone else. At school, when he vied for Brett's attention, it was more of a puppy love kind of thing. As an adult, love is far more complex, and Will seemed afraid. Afraid because he had not accepted himself enough and held back. Once he had reintroduced himself to his parents as a gay man, pushed by Brett and Kat, he came out of his shell. This empowered him. His confusion about Brett, plays a huge part in the latter part of the story.

What??????!!!!! You gotta b kidding me.

Um....hugely erotic. Enjoyed it tremendously. I love the way a hypothetical situation becomes a real situation. Hope the lad sees this as a learning experience. Of course Rob sees the hypothetical and notes that the physicsl attraction between them is chemistry. Look forward to the conclusion.

Renee, this is a beautiful presentation.

Well done Graeme. Congratulations on your promotion.

Welcome to our family.

Animals. Love them, more of a dog person I am. But cats will do just as well. LOL. Thanks Valkyrie.

I had someone that kept me grounded, and someone that I could be completely honest with, drop my guard entirely, and he wouldn't stop being my friend. That was the first friendship I've ever had like that. I'll never have anything like that again. That is so profound. I'm not a psychiatrist and I won't pretend to be one, but a writer here on GA replied to a comment I made about his poem. He said something like this, (not quoted verbatum): It's important to move on, but why place a time limit to healing? Why not celebrate and cry until grief shuffles out of our hearts and souls. I agree wholeheartedly. One can move on and still grieve. That's so special.