I’m sharing from a short story I hope to use in an anthology.
Bowie, aka Bowden Bryce, had only recently developed the art of leisurely sipping the strong Colombian brew he’d depended on for fifteen years in the teams. As he sat on the deck of the beachfront house, a dusky purple dawn burst into rays of pink and orange over the Atlantic. His love for the ocean would never change even though his SEAL missions were done.
At low tide the east coast waves barely crested a foot or two, but he didn’t come here for big surf. Six months out of the Navy and he still languished in indecision, passing on several decent job offers.
When his former commander called to see what he was up to, Harley must have sensed Bowie’s less than enthusiastic mood. “A customer of mind is going to be gone for a month in a month and he’d love to have a house sitter. You game?”
Bowie had booked a flight minutes after their conversation ended. A coast change might the incentive he needed to get his butt in gear.
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This week on Romance Writers’ Weekly, Tracey Gee is asking for a Flash Fiction with no set length, but must include: Kevlar, elbow(s), pinking shears, and a copy of The Great Gatsby. For bonus points we can intro w/ a haiku or limerick. Hope you had a chance to visit Brenda Margriet and read her flash fiction. Here’s mine:
Nose to the hot desert sand
Leash jingles and kind words guide
Home awaits us
Tyler guided the pinking shears along the pattern outline on the Kevlar fabric. Never had he’d imagined losing an arm at the elbow or become a seamstress of sorts.
He placed the material on the computerized sewing machine and rotated as it bound the edges, finishing a chest plate for a K9 vest. Gratitude to the dog who saved Tyler from being blown into multiple parts made assembly line work gratifying as well as knowing he might help other dogs and their handlers.
Named after the title character in The Great Gatsby novel, Tyler’s retired war dog lay at his feet as he worked. Another perk of his employment. He could only assume whoever named Gatsby had been a lover of the story, but thankfully, unlike his namesake, his Gatsby received a happy ending.