More free fiction!
Nov. 27th, 2013 11:52 amThe excellent Cheyenne Holiday Sampler is back. (With 2 new stories!)
Why not download it right now? It has a free Jonty/Orlando short story and snippets from lots of other works, including Home Fires Burning
December 1915, behind the lines
“More wine?” Nicholas tilted the carafe towards Phillip’s glass.
“Seems a shame to waste it.” The little pension where they sat had a certain shabby charm; were it not for the sound of the guns in the distance, one could imagine oneself taking a little winter tour of Northern France prior to a proper Christmas at home. No such luck on that front—they’d been moved back here for re-training and amalgamating some “fresh from England and wet behind the ears” recruits into their company ranks, but they’d be back in the line by Christmas Eve at the latest. Still, the dispensation of one night’s leave and somewhere clean and dry to spend it felt like a blessing.
“I’ve not tasted wine this good since…” Nicholas stopped just in time. “Since we were in that cottage” would have risked opening old wounds which seemed to have healed successfully weeks ago. “Since I can’t remember when.” He smiled. Life was good, if only for a brief while. His initial reply to Paul had brought another cleverly written response, “the lad on the estate” being grateful for his employer’s understanding and Paul himself willing to act as broker in ensuring things were sorted out to everyone’s satisfaction the next time he was home on leave. More code. More seeds of hope.
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Why not download it right now? It has a free Jonty/Orlando short story and snippets from lots of other works, including Home Fires Burning
December 1915, behind the lines
“More wine?” Nicholas tilted the carafe towards Phillip’s glass.
“Seems a shame to waste it.” The little pension where they sat had a certain shabby charm; were it not for the sound of the guns in the distance, one could imagine oneself taking a little winter tour of Northern France prior to a proper Christmas at home. No such luck on that front—they’d been moved back here for re-training and amalgamating some “fresh from England and wet behind the ears” recruits into their company ranks, but they’d be back in the line by Christmas Eve at the latest. Still, the dispensation of one night’s leave and somewhere clean and dry to spend it felt like a blessing.
“I’ve not tasted wine this good since…” Nicholas stopped just in time. “Since we were in that cottage” would have risked opening old wounds which seemed to have healed successfully weeks ago. “Since I can’t remember when.” He smiled. Life was good, if only for a brief while. His initial reply to Paul had brought another cleverly written response, “the lad on the estate” being grateful for his employer’s understanding and Paul himself willing to act as broker in ensuring things were sorted out to everyone’s satisfaction the next time he was home on leave. More code. More seeds of hope.
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