A Midwinter Night's Dream

By John Genest

In a penthouse apartment on a blustery winter's night, an ivory-bearded polar Bear anxiously awaits the arrival of his cubbish companion. Though they've known each other for ages, they've just begun to explore an exciting new relationship together. But will their temperaments, some cold comfort, and a game of hide and seek cut their precious time short? After all, they only have until dawn.

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Genest
• Release date: Dec 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311404589

John Genest

John Genest has taken two subcultures near and dear to his heart, Bears (of the hairy homosexual variety) and witches (of the Wiccan variety) and to date has written poetry, short stories and a couple of novels about them.Here at Smashwords.com, you can read A Midwinter Night's Dream, a magical short story of two Bears awkwardly sorting out their new relationship together; Bearly a Witch, a novel about a Wiccan Bear who casts a bottle spell to find himself a Daddybear; and The Coven of Arcas about an all-male coven of Bear witches who invite a new member to join their circle.

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A Midwinter Night’s Dream

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A Midwinter Night’s Dream

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A MIDWINTER NIGHT’S DREAM

Where the fuck is he?

Ollie pushed up the sleeves of his white terrycloth robe and crossed them over his barrel chest. It was 11:47 p.m. He had ditched his impeccable suit for the robe a few hours ago, trading haute couture for comfort, but his tension grew with every hour Ernie didn’t arrive. He paced back and forth, huge bare feet cutting a swath through the shaggy white plush carpeting. It reminded him of the snow falling outside, obscuring the lights and skyline of whatever city this penthouse happened to tower above.

Maybe he’s having trouble finding his way through the white and drifted snow, he thought, and a smile played across his lips, framed by his lustrous white beard. That had better be the case. They only had until dawn to spend with one another, and the little shit was wasting their precious time, again. He’d make him pay for that.

The penthouse suited him. It was austere and very modern, clean lines everywhere and predominantly white except for the stainless steel kitchen. Fire rose from blue ice in the gel stone fireplace, a continuous loop of wintry aerial scenes played on a huge plasma screen courtesy of the local cable provider, and a stag’s head with a full rack hung above it. Two sofas and a love seat framed a