Silver Shorts 2012, Week 20 (Silver Shorts #15)

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Welcome to the Silver Shorts! Every week, we will be giving the Silver Publishing authors a prompt or four to play with and one week to submit flash fiction and short stories to be offered as free reads to our customers. This week's themes are:

The taste of his/her salty skin and how it......
Pushing harder and deeper within .......
"I'm living in misery, only...."
"You're vanity is going to get you ...."

This week's anthology includes:
Broken Wings, Part 3 by Freddy MacKay
New Neighbor by Silvia Violet
Ocean's Kiss by Caitlin Ricci
To Snare a Fairy, Part 3 by S.A. Garcia

Check back every week for new anthology releases, and happy reading!

Excerpt:

Broken Wings, Part 3
Freddy MacKay


Marco paced in the confines of the security room, trying to decide how he would respond to Stephen's call. He should let it go. Ignore the whole mess like his angel asked, but the misery in Stephen's voice made him want to go over to Stephen's house and pull him out of there, beating up Turner in the process.

That wouldn't end well.

Spaz watched impassively, waiting on Marco, and the inevitable outburst they both knew was coming. Clenching his jaw, Marco tried to work through his anger and confusion over the man. He shouldn't get involved, but he had gotten too involved already if he was going to be honest with himself.

Snorting, Marco flung himself into his chair. "Fuck!"

"Just go and get him if you're this upset about his call," mumbled Spaz, his attention going back to the monitors.

"You know I can't do that," snapped Marco. "Hell, in his message he told me not to call him." Marco jumped up from his seat, twisting and turning in the room, pushing his hands over his head and fisting them in front of him. He didn't know what to do with them, and he needed to do something. Restlessness swarmed Marco. He had to move so he paced like some damned caged animal. "Besides, Mitchell told me I shouldn't go near him. Turner didn't take too kindly to me at the hospital."

"No, I suppose he didn't, with you trying to beat him and all." Sighing, Spaz cocked his head, stretching his arms out in front of him. Marco's friend rocked his head side to side, shooting quick glances at him. "Maybe it's better is you just let Stephen go. Hell, at this point I'm sorry I even pointed him out to you."

"How can you say that?" asked Marco quietly, shock muting any response he might have had. "You're the one who told me 'to go rescue him'."

"And I'm thinking I made a mistake."

"Fuck you, Spaz!"
Marco took two steps towards Spaz. His body tensed, coiling, Marco was ready to hit the nearest available object, not limited to and including his best friend. Blood pumped through his veins hard, his adrenaline spiking, making Marco's breath short and purposeful. After finding Stephen, rescuing him from that Fagan thug, he couldn't just let go. He could wait, but not walk away… ever. He had to see Stephen's recovery through. He promised to be a friend, to protect Stephen. Pacing again, Marco tried to put everything to focus, but he couldn't. His whole body thrummed with a desire to beat something, or someone, down.

What the hell was wrong with Spaz? Marco spun, facing his friend again. Spaz frowned, his fingertips tapping on the flat surface of their desk.

Spaz kicked his feet against the floor, the chair sliding away from Marco's reach. "I thought maybe you helping Stephen would help you put the crap with Casper behind you." Spaz stood, slowly following the wall, keeping his gaze focused on Marco. "I was wrong. It's dragging everything bad that happened with you and Casper right back up."

Marco surged forward, his fist connecting to the wall next to Spaz. His friend was about two feet from the door. If it hurt, Marco didn't notice. Spaz stopped, keeping his eyes level.