…which is why today’s snippet is taken from my Christmas short story, A Pint of Beer, A Bag of Chips, and Thou:
And then there he was, the man I’d been waiting for. Did I say his hair was iron grey? If I hadn’t been too busy playing my saxophone I’d have bitten my tongue. Pure silver, that hair was, and underneath it, his face looked shockingly young: clean lines, chiselled jaw with just a shade of stubble. I reckoned he’d be about my dad’s age: perfect.
I’ve always gone for older blokes—there’s a lot to be said for an experienced man. Most of it gasped out in words of one syllable when you’re a mite distracted at the time. He was shorter than me, but muscular, heavy-set.
Probably fucked like a pile driver…Did I say that?
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What’s the best gift a young, single man could receive for Christmas? Mohawked punk Liam wouldn’t have picked the hideous collection of homemade knitwear he’s presented with by his well-meaning mum and aunties. He’d much rather have the gorgeous older man he sees every day while busking at King’s Cross station. Liam’s been doing his best to seduce the guy with his saxophone playing—the trouble is, with the holidays coming up, he’s beginning to despair of his message getting through.
But with a little Christmas magic in the air, maybe those garish garments will be just the thing for attracting the attention of a silver fox…
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