| Author: | Ryan Field | ISBN: | 9781310691133 |
| Publisher: | Ryan Field | Publication: | December 16, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Ryan Field |
| ISBN: | 9781310691133 |
| Publisher: | Ryan Field |
| Publication: | December 16, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
In this bonus novella from the "Second Chance" series titled, The Littlest Christmas Tree, an unhappy man trapped in a relationship so bad he isn't even allowed a small Christmas tree is granted a second chance to go back in time and rethink the most pivotal choice he ever made. In doing this, he becomes one of the lucky few who can alter the outcome of his entire life.
But there's a catch. Although he's offered the chance to return to his college days and make a different choice, when he actually does go back he's not consciously aware of this and there are no guarantees he won't make the same bad choice twice. Will he choose a stable life with a handsome, aggressive young law student? Or will he choose the scruffy young theater student who drives a motorcycle and works in an auto body shop?
Second Chance: The Littlest Christmas Tree
"I was thinking it might be nice to put up a small Christmas tree this year," Jeremy said. "Nothing too big; just something little with those old fashioned multi-colored lights that seem to be popular again. I've been seeing them all over and I kind of like them." He was standing at the sink loading the new stainless steel high-end dishwasher in their recently renovated kitchen with imported soap stone countertops and eight burner stovetop with a name that began with an M he couldn't pronounce. He didn't look up once at his partner of fifteen years while he said this, and he made sure he chose his words with care and spoke in a soft, carefree tone.
Jeremy's partner, Will Randal, stood at the opposite end of the stark modern kitchen preparing his second pitcher of martinis since he'd come home from work. He spoke with deeper tone and a sarcastic slur. "You know how I feel about that. I don't even like the word Christmas. It contains too many religious associations. Besides, where would we put it? You know how I feel about campy, kitschy things messing up the look." He preferred "unambiguous minimalism," to the point where Jeremy wasn't even allowed to keep a toaster on the kitchen counter because Will thought it would look low-rent.
Jeremy set the last square white dinner plate from Williams Sonoma in the dishwasher and rolled his eyes. He knew this wouldn't be easy. As he closed the dishwasher door and reached for the instruction booklet to figure out how to turn it on, he said, "I'm only talking about a small tree. I can put it in the front hall and I'll keep it tasteful and monochromatic." He knew how much Will loved a monochromatic look. Their entire multi-level contemporary Connecticut home had been painfully designed in several shades of beige, a monochromatic exaggeration to the point where a ripe tomato resembled a big red pimple on their kitchen table.
In this bonus novella from the "Second Chance" series titled, The Littlest Christmas Tree, an unhappy man trapped in a relationship so bad he isn't even allowed a small Christmas tree is granted a second chance to go back in time and rethink the most pivotal choice he ever made. In doing this, he becomes one of the lucky few who can alter the outcome of his entire life.
But there's a catch. Although he's offered the chance to return to his college days and make a different choice, when he actually does go back he's not consciously aware of this and there are no guarantees he won't make the same bad choice twice. Will he choose a stable life with a handsome, aggressive young law student? Or will he choose the scruffy young theater student who drives a motorcycle and works in an auto body shop?
Second Chance: The Littlest Christmas Tree
"I was thinking it might be nice to put up a small Christmas tree this year," Jeremy said. "Nothing too big; just something little with those old fashioned multi-colored lights that seem to be popular again. I've been seeing them all over and I kind of like them." He was standing at the sink loading the new stainless steel high-end dishwasher in their recently renovated kitchen with imported soap stone countertops and eight burner stovetop with a name that began with an M he couldn't pronounce. He didn't look up once at his partner of fifteen years while he said this, and he made sure he chose his words with care and spoke in a soft, carefree tone.
Jeremy's partner, Will Randal, stood at the opposite end of the stark modern kitchen preparing his second pitcher of martinis since he'd come home from work. He spoke with deeper tone and a sarcastic slur. "You know how I feel about that. I don't even like the word Christmas. It contains too many religious associations. Besides, where would we put it? You know how I feel about campy, kitschy things messing up the look." He preferred "unambiguous minimalism," to the point where Jeremy wasn't even allowed to keep a toaster on the kitchen counter because Will thought it would look low-rent.
Jeremy set the last square white dinner plate from Williams Sonoma in the dishwasher and rolled his eyes. He knew this wouldn't be easy. As he closed the dishwasher door and reached for the instruction booklet to figure out how to turn it on, he said, "I'm only talking about a small tree. I can put it in the front hall and I'll keep it tasteful and monochromatic." He knew how much Will loved a monochromatic look. Their entire multi-level contemporary Connecticut home had been painfully designed in several shades of beige, a monochromatic exaggeration to the point where a ripe tomato resembled a big red pimple on their kitchen table.
