I got away lightly at the dentist this morning. After turning up appropriately jittery expecting to have my two biggest fillings replaced, I found out that she’d not meant “those” particular examples of metal and ceramic when she’d talked to me just before Christmas, but merely a couple of worn-out corners. And both of those could be fixed without even having to resort to a numbing injection.
So since I came back feeling not even a smidgen woozy, and have stacked my to-do list with the Crossfire edits and a couple of fairly brainless tasks, I’m thinking of adding in a little Throwback Thursday fun.
Jack Horwood has been with me for many, many years. Given my habit of writing short stories while I work out characters and plot twists, it’s not suprising that I have a shoe box of Jack and Jack & Gareth shorts and snippets. And while I’m gearing up for editing book #4 and writing book #5, maybe it’s time to share a few…
This story features a young Jack, barely eighteen and in the army. Enlisting hasn’t changed what he does in his spare time, even though his focus might have changed just a little since he met his commanding officer. 😉
£20 and a Big Mac
Jack Horwood had just come off duty and planned nothing more strenuous for the evening than throwing a pizza in the oven and working on his thesis for a few peaceful hours. His phone had other ideas. The moment he turned it on it told him of two missed calls, and four text messages popped up in rapid succession.
How about £20 and a Big Mac for a fuck?
The list of people who would send him a text like this was no longer than two. And he had messages from both of them.