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Wednesday, December 1, 2021

Behind the Title with #gay #holiday #romance Make a Wish. Read a #teaser from the passage that gives the story its title. #MMromance #Christmas #magic @evernightpub @parr_books

 


It’s the day before Christmas Eve and gorgeous, happy, Nick Kringle is making deliveries on the main street of the city when a car breaks down at the intersection.

Amid the seasonal crowds and inclement weather, Dylan West gets out of his car and tries to push it to the side of the road.

Nick rushes to help him and comes face to face with the most delicious man he’s ever seen.

Dylan’s down on his luck, but Nick believes in magic.

Can wishes come true? You bet—especially if Nick Kringle has anything to do with it.

Read the passage that gives the story its title

Dylan drank his coffee and wandered around his apartment. He tidied everything. He took the card his mom had sent him and put it on his desk, a lonely sentinel of the season standing by his laptop. His parents lived so far away that they didn’t visit each other often and anyway, they generally took a vacation in warmer climes for Christmas and New Year. He showered and dressed in jeans, sweater, and his favorite old leather jacket. He looked around with a sigh. So much for Berry Brown letting me know early today about my interview. Guess I’ll go check on my car.

He left the apartment. The sun shone from a washed-out, blue sky. Frost glistened on the ground. Dylan’s breath misted in the crisp air. He hailed a cab at the end of the block. The kiosk served as a landmark for Dylan as he told the driver where to drop him, but his car was gone.

He recalled Nick’s words. ‘The city might tow it,’ and his own reply, ‘I wish they would.’ Maybe it’s in the city compound. Dylan shrugged. He went around the kiosk and looked along the magazines. Once upon a time Dylan loved to draw. His high school teachers praised his work. He visited all the galleries and hung out at exhibitions, drinking in the creative atmosphere with enjoyment. His teachers expected him to and he had considered studying art, but settled on business because it seemed more likely he’d find work with that bachelor degree. It pleased his dad, whose finance career made sure the family lived well. Dylan picked up a copy of Wallpaper and then Art in America. He paid for the magazines.

A coffee shop beckoned as someone opened the door and the inviting aroma of rich beans wafted onto the street. Dylan went in. He took a window seat and ordered Italian roast when the smiling server came to his table. A huge Christmas tree filled a corner of the café area and Dylan gazed at it for a few moments. The tinsel and baubles made a pretty, sparkling sight lit with circles of white fairy lights. He opened the copy of Wallpaper and turned the pages perusing the articles, until, to his surprise, a silver, 3D, page-size star popped up.

A smile sprang onto his face. A star. Make a wish, Dylan. It glittered at him. I wish for Nick. I want us to be lovers, friends, for as long as possible. I wish for him to fall in love with me. Is that more than one wish, yeah, but who knows, maybe one will come true?

His cell phone buzzed in his leather jacket pocket. Dylan fished it out. A message alert flashed on the screen. Dylan swiped the screen to check the message. Berry Brown. Regret to inform you have been unsuccessful this time. He stared at the message. It struck him as rude, letting an interviewee know by text, but then again, he’d received similar brush-offs.

The server arrived with his order and a complimentary chocolate for the season. Dylan smiled his thanks. The café’s warmth relaxed him. He took off his jacket and sipped at his coffee as he looked through his magazines. With every page turned, Dylan grew happier. He didn’t own any art materials now, but he wanted some. He remembered that the mall a few streets away housed a great art supply shop. Dylan experienced a surge of longing to go there and buy the things he’d need to start drawing again. He unwrapped the chocolate and bit into it. The lemon cream zinged on his taste buds. He drank the last mouthful of his coffee. He picked up the star and secured it in the magazine. I don’t want to lose that. In a split second, everything was brighter, lighter, and happier. He paid for his coffee and pulled on his jacket.

Copyright E. D. Parr, Evernight Publishing 

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