Welcome to Wednesday Briefs, the post that will make you smile, laugh, cry, or just enjoy the story. Jeff's Way is the second story in the New Orleans Nights series. You can read the beginning of Jeff's Way here.
"When the moon hits your eye, like a ....", or the alternatives: have a character that actually flashes, or use: crumble, beneficiary, patio, or "Pardon me, miss (sir), but I've never done this....", or write about a spring fling
I used Crumble, beneficiary and patio. I hope you enjoy more of Jeff's Way
"When the moon hits your eye, like a ....", or the alternatives: have a character that actually flashes, or use: crumble, beneficiary, patio, or "Pardon me, miss (sir), but I've never done this....", or write about a spring fling
I used Crumble, beneficiary and patio. I hope you enjoy more of Jeff's Way
Jeff opened his mouth to speak, his slides up for the
presentation, new shirt on, clean pants, everything perfect when the fire
alarms sounded, causing everyone at the table to jump up. Marci headed his way,
another cup of iced coffee in her hand and he flinched then jumped back,
burying himself in the corner, far away from her path, not wanting to be the
beneficiary of her clumsiness. Could today get any worse?
Three weeks working up the numbers, two weeks going over
facts, and one week writing the presentation all boiled down to spilt coffee
and a fire alarm. Hell, maybe his mom would show up and he could tell her he
liked dick. That would go over well, especially after her cryptic note about
wanting grandchildren.
He shut down his laptop and grabbed the device, dropping it
into his computer bag as he followed the rest of the employees out of the
building. He hated fire drills. For safety sake and insurance purposes they had
to organize a certain number or they’d get into trouble, but they seriously
interrupted work. Usually they received a warning about the impending drill,
allowing them to adjust their meetings around the interruption. Jeff guessed
he’d missed that memo.
The door opened to the outside as the first group of
employees streamed out onto the patio and the sound of sirens broke the air.
Like a wave rushing to shore, panic flowed through the crowd, voices rose and
the pace picked up as the seriousness of the situation struck.
“Cam.” Jeff whispered. He glanced around, searching for his
friend, wondering where the man was. Would he leave the building through this
door or another? God, he had no idea where Cam would be at this time of the
morning. First floor, second, or was he up on the sixth? Fuck, why didn’t he
know where Cam spent his day?
“Cam,” Jeff called out, panic evident in his voice. He drew
in a deep breath, smelling the smoke for the first time. Oh God, there was a
fire and he had no idea where Cam was.
Jeff thought about going back, to search for his friend, but
where to begin. He was only inches from the door when the first of the firemen
ran in. One of them blocked his path and pushed him out the door. Jeff knew it
would be foolish to rush back into the burning building but he needed to find
Cam. He took four steps and glanced back, shocked at the amount of smoke
pouring from a window on the sixth floor. Oh fuck, that looked bad.
“Cam,” Jeff yelled, moving through the crowd of employees,
searching every face, looking for the man. “Cam, does anyone know where Cam
is?”
People shook their heads, some said no and others stared at
him blankly. His panic rose as he moved from the front of the building to the
side and the employees thinned out.
“Has anyone seen Cam? Anyone know where he is?”
By the time Jeff walked to the back of the building he was
frantic. No employees were at the back so he raced to the front, all the while
calling out Cam’s name. A heavy hand landed on his shoulder and relief poured
through him, but when he turned it wasn’t Cam.
“Hey Jeff, Cam didn’t make it down with us. We were all up
on the sixth, fixing some of the servers when the blaze started.”
Time stood still, Jeff shook his head. Surely he’d heard
this wrong. “Mitch, right?”
“Yeah, I’m Mitch. I work with Cam. He didn’t make it out.”
“I don’t understand.” The words Mitch said made no sense.
How had Cam not made it out? The building had safety measures. “But maybe he--”
“I was up there. The fire started and the doors closed,
preventing the spread of fire. He didn’t make it.”
Jeff crumbled to the curb, his head in his hands as the news
finally penetrated his brain. He looked up, glaring at the heavy black smoke
pouring out of the building. How the hell could this have happened? Now he
wished he could go back, he would’ve kissed Cam, no matter who walked in on
them, he should have fucking pulled Cam into a hug and kissed him long and
hard, sinking his tongue past those plump lips, probing his depths and taking
everything the other man offered. Now he had nothing, no Cam, no memories of
them together, just another person who he’d lost, never able to tell them how he
really felt.
Tears pooled in his eyes and raced down his cheeks. The
sounds of more sirens split the air. Two ambulances pulled to the front of the
building but Jeff stayed seated, knowing that if he stood he would crash to the
ground in seconds, unable to function after hearing news of Cam’s death. A
commotion broke at the front of the building, but he ignored the noise as his
stomach clenched, pain overwhelming him.
...to be continued
5 comments:
Nooooooooo!!! *head keyboard* You cruel, cruel person... now I have to wait a week to see how this plays out!
*evil eye*
LOL. ~M
Yes, you must wait to find out if he survives.
Nah, not buying it. Not happening. He CAN'T be dead... so there :) I'm not going to beleive it until I read proof... and then I'm going to make up the rest of the story in my head... oh, and if you kill Cam I'm gonna kill Rune... so there :p
Yes, you are cruel, but we love it. :) I agree, though, Cam can't be dead! Unless this turns into a ghost story, then dead is good. Very interested in seeing where you go with this!
Ahhhhhhh, noooooooooooo, you can't let him die! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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