Little Boys

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: church mouse productions


Ruth has dressed for her date tonight with the same taste of futility she had submitting profiles to dating sites and following all the carefully choreographed steps of e-mail ritual leading up to
dinner-and-a-movie with a stranger.



A taste of futility, because she's already planning how this encounter will end in futility - with no kind of romance. Because that's the way all the rest of her first dates have ended.



Sure enough, that is the case. Fast forward a few hours, and she's marinating in a bottle of reasonably-priced California white - knocking it back without wanting to dirty a glass - then falls
asleep on the couch wondering what path less taken she should have taken to have a life not spent alone.



She doesn't have much of a nap: interrupted by the sound of a Harley running straight pipes. She bought a house on a cul-de-sac to avoid this kind of thing. But evidently the bike has business on
her street.



Not only on her street. In her yard. Then not only in her yard. But on her porch.



And now in her living room - after sliding right through her front door.



The bike is carrying just one rider. Not unfamiliar to her. It's Slammer. Her very first boyfriend - and he's looking pretty good for someone who's been dead so long.



Ruth keeps a pistol in the house for self-defense. But three bullets go right through Slammer with no effect before he explains that tonight is the night that Ruth is going to be visited by three
spirits, etc. etc. etc.



It's not a very original approach. But Slammer's not a very original guy.

Table of Contents

City Lights

Submitted: September 01, 2018

The feeling in the theatre, since the old-fashioned title screen appeared and the solo piano score began, had been one of warmth, and h... Read Chapter

Full Bottles of Reasonably Priced Wine

Submitted: September 02, 2018

Courtesy of city sanitation there were four refuse cans on the street between her last conversation with Jack and her parki... Read Chapter

Burning Oil

Submitted: September 03, 2018

No trouble getting to sleep, in fact. But plenty of trouble staying asleep, since she’d barely closed her eyes when the racket outside ... Read Chapter

The Ghost of Marriages Past

Submitted: September 04, 2018

Her current vibrator was, in fact, a very reliable source of relief. But Slammer had no right to joke about things like that. She... Read Chapter

In the Here and Now

Submitted: September 05, 2018

The moon above Ruth’s backyard faded away, along with the decorative clouds around it, and a brief darkness embraced them until she a... Read Chapter

Under Siege

Submitted: September 06, 2018

  Ruth only had to step outside the walls of the University hearing room to find everything thoroughly familiar. The... Read Chapter

Good Morning

Submitted: September 07, 2018

Once she realized that all the police noise had gone away — and she was no longer hearing any piercing cries of grief — Ruth opened... Read Chapter