Welcome Wagon

By Harold C. Jones

Other than the cancer thing and getting over recent chemotherapy, James is having a pretty uneventful life when he gets sick of it all and chucks it for an RV just outside of North Bay. A handyman with a dominant streak and a certain naiveté on his own part lands James flat on his back in a situation where he can't even scream. A short story of gay romance and erotica by Harold C. Jones.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harold C. Jones
• Release date: Mar 19, 2017
• ISBN: 9781988621081

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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Welcome Wagon

Harold C. Jones

Copyright 2017 Harold C. Jones and Long Cool One Books

Design: J. Thornton

ISBN 978-1-988621-08-1

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

Welcome Wagon

Harold C. Jones

Act One

It was a kind of madness that overcame him.

That was the only explanation.

One day, he was drifting through life in the big city, collecting his shitty little disability pension, scraping for nickels and dimes, and for whatever reason, he’d gotten sick of it all. Just another old man dying of cancer—the Pink Floyd lyric had haunted him. Finally he’d started browsing the online classifieds. He was looking for, of all things, a cabin, or a shack, a cave in the woods, anything really different, and ultimately, winding up with an RV in a seasonal park a few kilometres outside of North Bay.

It had all happened so quickly. He must have been nuts—

He’d chucked it all away.

Exactly nothing, not much of anything really, but it was his existence, his known life up to that point, and he’d chucked it nonetheless.

James had ditched a lot of things.

He’d ditched most of his furniture. In the photos, in the ad, the place he bought, if that was the right word, was furnished. He owned the vehicle and a couple of small structures, although it sat on leased land. It had a miniature fridge and stove, sleeping for six allegedly, and there was a kind of glazed Florida room built onto the side of the actual vehicle, which might be mobile but the seller claimed it needed a new battery. If you were a good driver, you could turn the wheel a half inch to the left, drive a few feet and a quarter inch to the left. Just drive away…getting it back in might be another story, but if you were gentle and patient it could be done. This was how it had been explained to him.

Supposedly in running condition. So the man said, and James was taking it on trust that it didn’t need much.

He knew so much and nothing more. Just a new battery. That’s all it would take. James didn’t take it all that seriously, not at the low, low price of $6,700.00. He was afraid to look too closely. It was a 1994 Mountain Cruiser from Amco.

Like an idiot, he’d looked up the company on Wiki. It was all very reassuring…lots of happy people and RVs standing in front of mountain ranges, picturesque lake scenes and of course the Grand Canyon and the deserts of the southwest.