CMCon17 Halloween Flash Fiction with B A Tortuga
We have two more awesome flash fictions, today, from two more returning Featured Authors at Coastal Magic. I’m always happy for a chance to hang out with B A Tortuga, and I’m just as happy to have her participating in this event.
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Here’s the image that inspired her story…
“It looks like Jack Skellington.” Adam tilted his head, staring at the Jack O’ Lantern. “That kinda wasn’t what I planned on.”
“Little bit, yeah.” He gave it a once over. “Is that bad?”
“Well, it’s more cute than scary.” Adam looked so frustrated. It was damned funny.
“Oh. You can have my pumpkin, Adam.” He was easy. It wasn’t like they hadn’t bought twelve.
“I just know Troy will tease me about it unmercifully.”
They were having a bonfire for Halloween on the back forty, and all of their friends were coming down. Adam was all nervy about it, which was fair enough, he reckoned, after the great Christmas Tree fire last year.
That had been awkward as fuck.
Who could have known those live fuckers went up so fast?
“This one’s all scooped. Go traditional. Triangles and pointy teeth.”
“Yeah.” Adam grinned at him. “Did you do Halloween when you were a kid?” Adam asked him that every year.
“We went to this deal in Greenville where all the places downtown handed out candy. Then we trick or treated on Park Street and in Turtle Creek.” It had been cool, or that’s what he remembered. There’d been pirate costumes and Dallas Cowboy costumes and once him and Benny Robins had been a two-headed guy from a freak show.
“Yeah. We always did something at the house at the lake.”
Adam’s people came from more money than his did, for sure. He reckoned they hadn’t wanted to taint their boy with all those common kids. Still, he knew Adam’s momma Miz Lana loved a good costume party.
“Yeah. You could do one with a circle mouth for Troy. That would shut his ass up.”
“I totally could.” Adam grinned. “Eric will punch his arm for me regardless.”
“Hey! Are y’all still carving pumpkins?” His friend Dakota clomped up on the porch, carrying an immense bowl of candy.
“You know we ain’t gonna get no trick or treaters out here, right?” Sometimes he worried about Dakota a little.
“Shit, this all’s for Jayden. I even brought extra Snickers.”
“He’s gonna weigh a ton if you keep spoiling him,” Adam murmured.
Jayden trotted up the steps. “I get my workouts in. Hey! Your pumpkin looks like mine!” Jayden brandished a Jack Skellington Jack o’ punkin.
“Oh, good lord and butter.” Adam shook his head. “Gimme that other one, babe.”
“What you gonna do?”
“I’m gonna make Troy a blow job punkin, just like you said, then I’m going to stick it between these two.”
“Well, I bet Troy has some weird-assed twin fantasies,” Dakota pointed out. “Maybe put a beret on the middle one. That would make it perfect.”
“You’re a sick fucker, Dakota.” Adam grinned over. “I like it.”
Sage just shook his head, because what he could see that the others couldn’t was Troy coming up the walk carrying a carved pumpkin. That looked like Jack Skellington.
Someone obviously had a sale on that pattern online. Now they had triplets. Go them.
Sage and Adam are from Terms of Release, Troy and Eric are the heroes of Articles of Release, and Jayden and Dakota are in the upcoming Catch and Release, all available from Dreamspinner Press.
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BA Tortuga bio:
Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy’s Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds and her beloved wife, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she’s not doing that, she’s writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA’s personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.
Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.