Heading for a Fall

By Harold C. Jones

It’s a beautiful day in the California sunshine. Craig is roller-blading along the boardwalk when he takes a sudden spill. Robert, pumping iron nearby, comes to his rescue. It is only when Robert invites him for a weekend in the desert that the ambiguity gets to be too much. The thing to do is to provoke him—just a little. It’s the only way they’re going to get any answers. A short story of gay romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harold C. Jones
• Release date: Feb 26, 2017
• ISBN: 9781988621067

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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Heading for a Fall

Harold C. Jones

Copyright 2017 Harold C. Jones and Long Cool One Books

Design: J. Thornton

ISBN 978-1-988621-06-7

The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or deceased, or to any places or events, is purely coincidental. Names, places, settings, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. The author’s moral rights to the proceeds of this work have been asserted.

Table of Contents

Act One

Act Two

Act Three

About Harold C. Jones

Heading for a Fall

Harold C. Jones

Act One

Craig was roller-blading along the pier, actually concrete with steel railings and some nice views out over the bay.

There must have been a pebble or something on the sidewalk. Either that or a bearing broke, which happened from time to time with the cheap bearings in the average set of skates.

Craig went flat on his face with an audible smack, right in front of where all the jocks were pumping iron and flexing their oiled muscles in the hot light of another southern California morning.

***

Hey, little Buddy. Are you okay?

Craig had a right knee that felt like it was broken. The funny bone of his left arm was going to take a few days to settle down and he could hardly talk due to a fat lip. Running his tongue across his teeth, not once but twice, it seemed as if he’d gotten lucky. The caps on his two upper incisors had cost him a cool four