This is a future fic for my series Soul Reader, but not too far in the future. A drabble is a fiction of exactly 100 words.
by Natasha Duncan-Drake
John sat in the chair, legs over the arm, and just watched Michael. His lover was pouring over pieces of paper strewn all over the coffee table making notes here or there.
This had become a staple of their life together as Michael tried to finish the final draft of his play. He was making finishing changes and computers would not do; it had to be done on paper.
It was amazing to watch Michael as he created, totally unguarded and in his element. John was pretty sure he knew why Lisa had kept Michael around; he was simply fascinating.
The Soul Reader Series
John knows that at best he can be described as a male escort and at worst as a whore, but it’s what he does and he’s good at it. He sells his body and his clients come with fangs so it’s more about blood than sex. Hiding behind a false smile and his acting skills is the only way he survives, but when he meets one of his latest clients, Michael, his professional detachment is severely threatened, leading him into very dangerous territory.