About Magic Happens...
by AKM Miles
28 pages
/ 11250 words
Available file types - html. lit, pdf, prc
Trent Casey is brooding on Halloween, the anniversary of his lover's death, when Guy appears to bring him a message from the beyond. Guy was in an accident and slipped into a coma, where he met Trent's ex. Daniel asks Guy to go to Trent and tell him to get on with his life, for Heaven's sake, and let Daniel go over to the other side without worrying about Trent's unhappiness. It's time.
Daniel loved Halloween and believed that magic happened on the special holiday. Trent was a little harder to convince, but there's something about guy that makes him want to believe. Will Guy bring a little Halloween magic to Trent's life and find his own way after his near death experience?
Sample
"You're Trent, aren't you?"
The voice coming out of the darkness scared the shit out of him. Trent Casey nearly jumped out of his skin, and damned near fell off the concrete ledge overlooking the roaring water below. A big hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.
Trent swung around and looked up at the man who'd interrupted his brooding on this cold, black, Halloween night. Clouds made it seem even more eerie as they moved across the sky, changing the night into alternating degrees of dark, darker, and stygian. The intermittent rain had stopped a few minutes before, so they were both wet. The dripping and rustling from the leaves added to the creepy feeling. Trent pulled his coat closer and faced the tall stranger.
"I'm Trent. Who're you?" And why are you here when I want to be alone?
"Don't be alarmed. I'm… I've come with…" The big man stopped speaking as if unsure how to go on.
"Yeah? You've come with…?"
"I'm not sure how you're going to take this, but I have a message from… Daniel."
"Bullshit! Get the fuck away from me. Who the hell are you? No, get out of here. I don't need this." Trent jumped back, away from the man spouting nonsense.
The man just stood there and let Trent rant. It was as if he'd expected the fury, the pain, and the anger. He waited silently.
"You're still here. What's your game? Why'd you say Daniel? I know you're playing me. I just don't know why. Daniel's dead."
"I know." The voice was quiet, calm, understanding.
"You know. That's all you've got to say."
"Magical things happen on Halloween."
"Stop it! He said that. He always said that, every year. You just stop."
"Okay."