The Windshield Incident, Part 4

By Walker C. Fields

Grant got through college, found a good job, and never regretted leaving his hometown and all its occupants in the dust. Nothing could have prepared him for seeing Ryder Vance getting coffee on a lazy Saturday morning. As enigmatic as ever, the former high school bully has grown up and just moved to town. Grant is sure that time has dulled the memory of that fateful summer, but still doesn't know what to expect when they agree to catch up over a beer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Walker C. Fields
• Release date: Apr 25, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311213297

Walker C. Fields

Beginning with the Worst Days series in 2007, Walker has been a misanthropic favorite in the short form gay erotica world, writing under the pen names wanderwonder and acerbicscribbler, among others. His experiences of living and working outside the U.S. often influence his writing. He makes his own cover art, and it is terrible. Though he doesn't like people very much, he loves his half German Shepherd, half German Wirehaired Pointer puppy.

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The Windshield Incident, Part Four

Walker C. Fields

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Sarah and I were at a coffee shop in Springfield when I saw him. Oh my god, I said before I could stop myself.

Sarah turned to follow my line of sight. What? What?

Clearing my head with a shake, I tried to shrug it off. No, I’m just surprised. The junkyard dog of my high school is in line.

She laughed, showing off her pretty white teeth. Which one is he?

Guess.

His hair was shorter now, more clean cut, but he had the kind of scruff that was either a bitch to maintain or he literally hadn’t shaved in two days. A pair of aviator sunglasses hung from the neck of his shirt, pulling it down just enough to show a smattering of fur on his chest. The leather jacket wasn’t the exact one he had worn in high school, but it probably smelled the same. Sweat and cigarettes.

The big guy with the Tigers shirt, Sarah suggested. I glanced at the linebacker-gone-to-seed type she indicated.

Nope. Don’t think jock, think juvie.

She nodded her head at the front of the line. Ordering now, neck tattoos, looks like he'd surprise you with a golden shower.

That earned a chuckle. "Okay, the kind of juvie kid