I am working on two stories. I will work on whichever lets the words flow or switch to the other. One of the stories brings back old friends. I need to revisit them right now. Here is the beginning of the story. (Unedited of course)
His grip tightened on the tongs and lifted
the slivers of cooked onion before loosening his hold and settling the bunch of
buttery tanginess onto the meaty dog snuggled in the bun’s softness. A squeeze
of ever-needed ketchup topped the delicious goodness. With quick, efficient,
movements, he wrapped the hotdog in foil and handed it to the young woman.
“Thank you.” He smiled and accepted the
money before handing back the correct change. “Enjoy and have a great day.”
All the while, Lee Sanchez’s gaze never
left the tall blond making his way along the edge of the beach where the park’s
trees met the sand. Instincts sharpened by years of undercover police work told
him that the two men following Reese and the three guys in the woods, flanking his
lover’s every move were up to no good.
The hair on Lee’s arms rose when the three
guys stepped out of the trees and blocked Reese’s way. A knife flashed in the
late day sun sending him into action. Reese wouldn’t pull out his weapon unless
he felt threatened. Lee grabbed his trusty baseball bat and leaped over the hotdog
cart.
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