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In celebration of my upcoming Sin Bin release, Haka Ever After. I decided to do a small flash fiction event. Today’s the second one titled, Cheese Addicts Anonymous. It features Freddie & Tens from The Caretaker.
Waving a hand absently, Taine tried to dislodge whatever had slapped him in the face. He’d barely drifted off when it whacked him again. The lack of snickering from Freddie made him slowly wake himself up.
With a groggy grunt, Taine opened his eyes in the middle of the night to find himself in bed alone. Well, not completely alone. Freddie’s monster of a cat sat firmly on his chest. One paw continued to periodically poke him in the face, which explained what had been the cause of waking up so early.
“All right, you obnoxious beast.” Taine plucked Bitsy off his chest to avoid being cat-slapped for the umpteenth time. “Let’s go find our wayward Freddie.”
Padding barefoot through their house, Taine checked the bathroom, spare bedrooms, and office. Where’s he gone? He eventually found Freddie in the kitchen.
What in the world is he doing?
Is he actually… where the hell is my phone?
Quietly retracing his steps, Taine grabbed his phone from the nightstand. He had every intention of obtaining video proof to use to tease Freddie. Bitsy definitely deserved the most massive piece of tuna he could find for the cat.
With phone recording, Taine watched his beloved Freddie hold a small grater in one hand and a block of cheese in the other. He had his head tilted back with his arms up, grating the cheddar straight into his mouth. It was like being David Attenborough and observing a rare species in their natural habitat.
And here we have a lone cheese addict, partaking in his secretive ritual never before seen by man.
Taine stared in pure amusement as Freddie grated his favourite cheddar cheese directly into his mouth. “Is this what you get up to when I’m asleep?”
Freddie froze mid-grate and peered over at Taine with wide eyes. “Hello.”
“Do we need to talk about your addiction?” He chuckled at the flush on Freddie’s cheeks. “Is there a Cheese Addicts Anonymous out there? Twelve steps to resisting the siren call of cheddar?”
“You’re not funny.” Freddie set the grater on the counter. “I was hungry.”
“And grating cheddar into your mouth seemed the most logical way to solve the problem?” Taine leaned against the counter. “Is this what you do every night when I fall asleep?”
“Not every night.” Freddie toyed with the grater.
“Do you dream about me grating cheese into your mouth?” Taine watched Freddie turn immediately to clean up the counter. “Am I naked or wearing a tongue? Are we going to need to get a chaise lounge for you to recline on?”
“Tens,” Freddie groaned. “Can’t you pretend this never happened?”
“Coc y gath.” Freddie finished washing the grater and set it aside. He moved to rewrap the cheddar, returning it to the fridge. “I should be glad you didn’t capture photographic evidence. You didn’t, did you?”
“Freddie, I need to ask you a serious question.” Taine moved further into the kitchen. “How often do you do this?”
“Cach.” Freddie dropped his head in his hands, continuing to matter himself in Welsh. “Not often.”
“Frederick.” He fought hard not to burst out laughing at how red Freddie had gone.
“Will you tell me if I promise to grate cheese into your mouth while naked?” He grinned when Freddie’s head popped up. “And I’m the kinky one?”
“Yes, you are.”
‘How much wanking have you done to this cheese grating fantasy you have?” Taine figured if he had to wake up at an ungodly hour, he might as well amuse himself.
“Taine Afoa.” Freddie attempted to dart by him. “I’m going to sleep.”
Taine caught Freddie by the arm, dragging him into his arms and thoroughly enjoying the warmth of him. “That’s not an answer.”
Coc y gath – The cat’s willy (Or – Bollocks)
Cachu hwch – Pig’s poo (It’s all gone wrong)
Cach – Shit
For more on Freddie & Taine, be sure to check out their story, The Caretaker – Book Two of The Sin Bin & the upcoming Haka Ever After.
Cheese Addicts Anonymous © 2018 by Dahlia Donovan
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It’s my birthday today so I decided to celebrate with a massive sale. All of my books are on sale.
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The Blackbird Anthology is free on Amazon.
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Graham Hodson lives for adventure. His entire life has revolved around his obsessive wanderlust. His inner fear of staying in one place or being with one person for too long has kept him on the go. The last thing he expects is a sudden diagnosis to ground his travel—permanently.
Boyce “BC” Brooks has screwed up his lifelong dream of being the captain of the English national rugby team. He’s lost everything. When his uncle leaves him an inn and a dog in Cornwall, he has little choice but to try his hand at innkeeper.
Can two jokesters kicked around by life and their own decisions find stability when their world shakes beneath their feet?
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Dahlia Donovan started out working in the insurance world. After ten years, she morphed her love of investigating accidents and studying people into writing about them. She’s a bit of a hermit and despises being in front of a camera. Her life wouldn’t be complete without her husband and her massive collection of books and video games.
I started yesterday, feeling slightly nervous. All my plans, after all, had been tossed in the rubbish bin. I had so many questions about how I would I do with a new idea? A new idea with characters whose names I hadn’t decided on until the minute I started writing on day one.
There was no outline to fall back on. I’d barely had time to put together a new focus board, never mind working out all the details.
So…I did good for day one–1,725 words. All handwritten.
The story. The characters. It felt like sinking into a favourite comfie chair. I can tell I’m going to love delving in this world.
There’s a life to Francis and Caddock, my main characters.
If the Blackbird series was dark chocolate, bitter, moody and rich. These two men are a light, sweet milk chocolate with a hint of caramel and sea salt. Tasty, fun and delicious. I’m liking day one, and day two, even though it’s just started.
How’s everyone else doing with NaNoWriMo so far this year?