Whatever Happened to Davey?

By Harold C. Jones

Dave Corrigan is touring the Middle East and the Holy Land. Stressed by his mother’s passing and his own mid-life crisis, what happens next is right out of this world. The funny thing is, Davey’s all right with it. It might even be exactly what he needed. A short story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harold C. Jones
• Release date: Sep 30, 2013
• ISBN: 9780991671694

Harold C. Jones

Harold C. Jones does professional landscape design and is an avid sports fan. He started writing as a hobby. He began taking it seriously when he realized he had something to say. His work has helped him to come to terms with himself, or perhaps explore himself would be more accurate. Harold believes that homo-erotica is valid as literature, and that it can be written in such a way that real stories of real people takes precedence over mere prurience. It can still be a hot read.

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Whatever Happened to Davey?

Harold C. Jones

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Table of Contents

Act One

Act Two

Act Three

About Harold C. Jones

Whatever Happened to Davey?

Harold C. Jones

Act One

Dave Corrigan fumbled around in his fanny-pack for his close-up spectacles, thick of lens and frame. He used them for reading and minor work but had so far resisted the need for bifocals or even trifocals. He cheerfully admitted that it was pure vanity. At his advanced age of thirty-nine, it didn’t make much difference anyway. Not these days. The notion that he might once have had a love life was a cruel, nagging joke.

The highly-pitched and rapid-paced voice of their tour guide Maurice Abdullah pattered away in the background. He’d never been this close to a real mosaic, Byzantine or otherwise, in his entire life. So far, they’d all been on the ceilings, or high up on the walls. It really was beautiful, and yet the tour was at such a fast pace, eight countries in eleven days. On a whim of some previously unsuspected masochism, Dave counted up the stops listed in the brochure. There were forty-seven prime attractions in all, and they’d only done about seventeen or eighteen of them so far.