About The Curio

by Willa Okati
34 pages / 13500 words
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc

Brett's Christmas is off to a good start; his former lover, Jarrod, wants a reconciliation and he's on his way to meet and try to work things out.

But someone else has plans for Brett, someone who loves him deeply from afar, and everyone knows Christmas is a magical time when just about anything can happen to anyone.

It's not just Santa who knows who's been naughty and who's been nice!

Sample

I have had an eternity to repent of my sins, or so it would seem. Many's the long night I have regretted my betrayal of Dominic, who sinned in no way but loving me, not wisely, but too well. For this, I received my punishment, as so many men have before me, and here I lie trapped.

But I feel something stirring in the air. Someone calls to me from beyond my prison, and I sense that soon I may once again be…

Free.

The letter he'd received earlier, sent by special courier to his office, crinkled in Brett's pocket as he stood on the curb outside the law firm where he worked, trying to hail a taxi. He bounced slightly up and down in sneakers so new they were still stiff, and pristine white except for a couple of smudges here and there. He'd gotten the smudges in the pursuit of duties like shopping in a dirt lot for a Christmas tree and squelching his way through the Farmer's Market in search of mistletoe.

After the fight he and Jarrod had, he'd thought buying mistletoe to kiss under on Christmas was a fool's errand. Now, he wasn't so sure. He had some hope again.

All because of the letter. He wanted to take the piece of paper out and read it again, but that'd take his focus off finding a ride. Of all the days not to drive in to work…

"Come on! Hey, taxi -- taxi!" Brett half wondered if it would work to whistle for one like a dog, the way he'd seen people do in movies. But who could hear a whistle over the rushing roar of traffic barreling past him? "Come on, somebody, please. Would you stop already?"

One yellow car drew close to the curb. Brett made a beeline for the cab, waving his arms. "Hey, you! Are you free?"

The driver rolled down his window. "Say what now?"