Oh shoot. I wonder if I should have done that before I finished and submitted mine. Good thing it was only defined by what Val sent me.
Even though the major genre was something I’d never touch in a million years, the minor genre made it something I could work with. Finished it in a few days. I think it’s comparable to my other ultra short stories with another common thread.
A while later, Esteban called out, “Bedtime boys.”
“OK, papá.”
“Mr. F?”
“Yes, Darren?”
“Is it alright if I sleep in Luca’s room tonight?”
“You’ve slept over before, so I suppose it’s OK. Just remember what I asked. Keep any noise down and actually get some sleep.”
“We will.”
“Goodnight, then.”
“Buenas noches, señor Fernández.”
Esteban chuckled, “Buenas noches, Darren.”
The door wasn’t closed and locked more than two seconds before Luca and Darren
Way to go, Joel. You be you. But I have a question. How can they still call him a traitor if he’s supporting the old school colors? I would think traitor would be more appropriate if he embraced the maroon and mustard.
@Bill W are you taking lessons from me? Spoiling a nice evening with the threat of violence?
Oh, wait. I wouldn’t shoot anybody, would I?
Also glad you’re feeling well enough again to write. Take care of yourself.
I’m glad you liked it. My next humorous story, for the prompt event, also features an animal. Sort of. A mythical animal. Hopefully without the dogs you’ll like that one without a condition.
I didn’t take it that Dylan was forced. Confused about what to do, yes. But he moved closer to Ryan of his own volition. Ryan may have been deceitful plotting the whole thing, but he didn’t drag Dylan onto his dick and force it in his mouth.