Unfinished Business by B.G. Thomas

Author:B.G. Thomas [Thomas, B.G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64405-868-8
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2020-05-19T16:00:00+00:00

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…HE WAS somewhere else.

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HE WAS lying in the dirt. The pain was gone, thank God, and he sat up and saw he was in the middle of a salvage yard. He was surrounded by a great valley, a canyon of the remains of cars and trucks and SUVs. He lay half in and half out of a row of these remains, looking down a large aisle, and saw row upon row of vehicular carcasses. They were perched upon empty wheels, two in front and one behind, and when he went to pull himself to his feet, there was a quick and wacky bolt of fear that he might topple one. But these cars, these remains of cars—stripped as they were of doors and hoods and rearview mirrors and fenders and bumpers and headlights—were still, nonetheless, massive. Thousands of pounds, tons of metal. They wouldn’t fall over that easily.

Certainly not for the weight of a ghost.

What in the hell am I doing here? he wondered. And why too. Why was he here? He wondered that.

He stood and then, with an unexpected chill, he saw why.

The car he had used to help himself to his feet….

It was his car.

“Oh God,” he said with a sob and lurched back away from the thing. There was still dried blood on it.

Oh no! No!

He shut his eyes and swiveled around so that… thing… was behind him. He couldn’t look at it.

How long? How long had it been? He had somehow lost time…. How much? How long did it take an insurance company to declare a car totaled and then to get it to a place like this?

A graveyard, he thought, and that chill rushed over him again.

A week? A month?

God…. Had he been away for a month?

His eyes flew open and he thought of Joel, alone and grieving, and Lori, feeling guilt for having an affair when that was what he had done! And there wasn’t a goddamned thing he could do!

Too late! Too fucking late!

He dropped to his knees and then fell back, and the only reason he didn’t go all the way into the dirt again was that he’d come down on a big tire.

So he sat.

He was surrounded by dead metal and dead dreams. There were other things too. Car hoods lying out like platters for a giant, a rearview mirror revealing a cloudy sky through shattered glass, a steering wheel, a kid’s pink-and-blue sneaker, a container of suntan lotion, pop bottles, a squashed Red Bull can, a single Lincoln Log, a pair of panties….

Mike sat in a graveyard of dead and empty cars.

Except, they weren’t all empty, were they?

There were feet sticking out of an old Ford not ten yards away. Someone picking something out? Finding that part they needed to fix their own car?

But when the man wiggled out from the car, his right arm was missing. It was bloody. He had pale skin, and one of his eyes was filled red with blood. He was still bleeding.

Mike let out a startled cry and almost fell backward off the tire.

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