by Julia Alaric
Andrew let his head drop back down to the mattress. "All right now?"
Will considered for a minute, studying the pale blue eyes looking steadily back at him. "Not yet," he answered honestly. "But I will be."
*~*~*
April 29th dawned dim and gray. A disgusting drizzle chilled Will through his jacket as he walked out to his car. He shivered as he reached for his keys, knocking them through the hole in his pocket to land with a clatter on the driveway and opening a new path for the cold mist to sneak its way inside his clothes.
He was thirty. A new year. A new decade. An unknown future stretching out before him. Decisions to be made, paths to choose, countless factors to consider.
A shout drew his attention back to the house, where through the curtainless front window he spied Andrew running around the table, bending down, and crowing his victory with yet another sock held high over his head and away from Max's eager teeth. Will smiled to himself, licking his lips and catching the last faint taste of the birthday cake Andrew had insisted he eat for breakfast, even though Will had protested that too much sugar would make him sick so early in the morning.
It might be the beginning of another year, but some things were, thankfully, staying exactly the same. Will sank into his car, carefully not knocking his head on the top of the doorframe, thinking that this new year had nothing to throw at him he wouldn't be able to handle with Andrew's help. Turning the ignition, he grinned as the sound of Freddie Mercury's voice filled the car: "Can anybody find me …" With a glance back at the house, a glint of light catching the ring on his left hand, Will reached for his iPod and skipped to the next song. Today, he was a step ahead of Freddie: he already had somebody to love, and that was the only thing that truly mattered.
About the Author
The discovery at age five of her mother’s typewriter lurking in the bowels of her basement inspired Julia’s first story, a moving, multi-chaptered, twelve-sentence masterpiece about a blood-thirsty blob. Since then, she’s gone on to write many vastly better spelled stories with much happier endings.
Julia finds absolutely everything completely fascinating, which is why she spends most of her time in a classroom. Her greatest loves, apart from her husband, are language, music, and history, and she makes her living via a slightly ridiculous passel of jobs centered around the three. There are rumors that, in a prior life, she even dabbled in teaching high school math and chemistry amidst her Latin, Greek, and music history classes. Her students joke that she would like to achieve a doctorate in Everything, and they’re not far wrong.
More of her writing can be found at her livejournal.
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Title Page
Book Details
Dedication
Can Anybody Find Me
About the Author
