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Authors: Dawn Flemington

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May in December

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Loose Id Titles by Dawn Flemington

Dawn Flemington

MAY IN DECEMBER

 

Dawn Flemington

 

 

 

www.loose-id.com

May in December

Copyright © December 2014 by Dawn Flemington

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eISBN 9781623007478

Editor: Larke Butler

Cover Artist: Ginny Glass

Published in the United States of America

 

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Dedication

I dedicate this book to my friends Juli White, Dawn Crawford, and Marsha and Satin Postel. Thank you for all your encouraging words and positive thoughts. I love you all.

And as always, I dedicate this book to my beloved Scott. Thank you for your undying faith in me and for being my cheerleader, even when I’m determined to be my worst enemy. I love you.

Acknowledgment

Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog

The Jetsons

Batman

Spider-Man

Superman

Viagra

Cialis

Ricky Ricardo

A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving

Scooby-Doo

Skittles

M&M’S

Chapter One

“Bruce! You didn’t break for lunch again. Get your ass to my office now.”

“Yes,
dear
.” Bruce ended the call and picked up his tools, which surrounded the snowmaking cannon, wondering again if working for his ex-wife was such a hot idea.

Not that he wasn’t grateful. After twenty-five years of employment, his old firm had sold out. The company underwent a major overhaul, and the new management decided to take a more youthful approach. Unfortunately, Bruce didn’t fit the fresh image, and forced early retirement became a reality six months ago.

It was through their two adult children, Kelley and Kerri, that Gail found out about his predicament. She and her current husband, Warren Windom, had hired him as maintenance for their golf and ski resort located on the outskirts of Gaylord. The job had its merits—his department was always busy repairing something, and the job brought in a decent paycheck. However, the downside was spending the major part of his week with a well-meaning yet domineering ex-wife, who made it her business to watch out for him, whether he wanted it or not.

After washing the grease from his hands, Bruce left the maintenance garage and headed up to the resort office. The secretary’s chair was empty, but the adjacent door stood wide open. Behind a large cherrywood desk, a plump woman sat with a phone to her ear. She glanced up and waved her bejeweled hand, motioning for him to sit. As he entered the office, Gail’s two corgis—Gingersnap and Snickerdoodle—bolted out from under her desk and danced around Bruce.

“Yes. I’ll expect that holiday shipment no later than Friday. Good-bye.” Gail slid a deli sandwich across the desk and leaned forward in her leather-padded chair, her full attention on him. “Bruce, you haven’t been clocking out for lunch.” She licked her lips and tore open her own deli sub. “You know how I feel about that.”

Bruce rolled his shoulders with indifference. “I haven’t had an appetite.”

“You have to eat. Keep your strength up and all that crap.” Gail spoke around a mouthful of food. “Besides, the wedding is coming up in less than seven weeks. We need to make sure you’re healthy enough to walk our daughter down the aisle.”

He unwrapped his ham-and-cheese sandwich and bit down, ignoring the two pair of brown doggy eyes following his every movement. Leave it to Gail to cause drama where there was none. “I’m doing fine.”

“To hell you are.” She glared at him over her rectangular reading glasses. “You’ve lost at least seventy pounds, and on your six-foot-four-inch frame, it looks terrible, like a refugee from one of those starving countries over in Africa.”

Bruce sighed. His weight loss was not that severe, though it had rid him of his beer gut. “Anything else wrong with my appearance?”

“Now that you mention it, yes. Your eyes have dark circles underneath, and the gray hair at your temples makes you look much older than you are. And what’s up with the beard? You’re like somebody’s grandpa.”

Bruce tugged at his scraggly beard and declined to answer. “The circles are because I can’t sleep at night. The hair”—Bruce brushed at his hairline by his ears—“makes me look distinguished.”

Gail snorted. “Says who?”

“Robert.”

At the sound of the man’s name, both corgis whined and placed their heads on their paws. Gail’s stern features softened. “Hun, Robert has been gone for two years.” When Bruce did not answer, she reached over the desk and touched his hand. “I know there’ve been many changes in your life recently. I understand.”

“You understand? I don’t think so.” Bruce shoved her hand away and tossed his sandwich aside on the desk. “Three years ago, our children moved out of the nest. Two years ago, my partner of fifteen years died of cancer. This year, I lost my career, and I’m packing and moving out of a house I grew up in. What’s left?”

“What’s left, indeed.” Gail brushed sandwich crumbs off her lips, causing the matte red color to smear off on her fingertips. “Think about it. You have a new job. You have a chance for a new residence, with no ghosts. Our son will be graduating U of M soon, our daughter is getting married, and you still have me for a friend.” She carefully wiped her chubby fingers on a napkin. “That’s a lot to be thankful for.”

“I’m thankful for those things. It’s just…” Bruce bowed his head.

“What? Come on, now. Don’t clam up. Keeping things inside isn’t good for your health.”

“I’ve never felt so utterly alone.” Bruce rose from his chair and stared out the vertical blinds at the overcast skies and barren trees. “It’s like forever winter in my life. Cold, dreary, and barren.”

“Stop.” Gail walked around the desk to sit on the corner. “You’re depressing me.”

“Well, you asked.”

“So you’re living in December.” Gail leaned back thoughtfully while the short little bodies of her dogs danced at her dangling feet. “What you need is the fresh breath of May to fill your hungry heart.”

Bruce shook his head. “Oh, no. Don’t even go there.”

“Go where?”

“Suggesting I need a love life.”

“I was thinking more of a new life resolution.” Gail crossed her arms, pushing her ample breasts forward. “However, you bring up an interesting point. What better way to get back in the game of life than to have a new love interest?”

The mere thought of dating again set his teeth on edge. The pool of men was dwindling in his age bracket, not to mention all the time and effort it would take to invest in another relationship. “I can’t.”

“Why not? You know Robert wouldn’t want you to live the rest of your days alone and withdrawn.”

“I know.” The thought of Robert panged his heart, but not nearly as strongly as it had in the past. Bruce slid his hands into his back pockets with a loud exhale. “But I’m too old, weary, and have nothing to give.”

Gail stuck her tongue between her lips and blew. “Pishaw. You have plenty to offer a potential partner. You have to want to get off this melancholy merry-go-round and get your”—she swiveled her arms in the opposite direction of her hefty derriere—“groove back. And what better time to start? The holidays are almost upon us. Everybody is searching for someone to be with. I say make it an
early
New Year’s resolution. Start living again.”

Gingersnap and Snickerdoodle woofed their agreement.

Bruce knew his ex’s intentions were good, but he did not want to deal with things of that nature at work. He noted the clock on the wall with much relief. “Lunch is over. Time to get back to work.” He grabbed his sandwich and, without a good-bye, rushed out the door.

Gail called after him, her voice loud enough to travel into the hallway. “Tell me you’ll think about what I’ve said.”

Bruce did not reply.

* * * *

After work, Bruce knew there was enough daylight left for a brief excursion down to the park adjacent to his soon-to-be apartment. Though it was a few weeks away from Thanksgiving, it had yet to snow in northern Michigan, so his trek on the path through the wooded area between his home and the park was clear.

The park was a peaceful place, somewhere he could sit and reflect on his life. Most days mulling things over seemed to help lift the great burden from his heart. Other days, like today, his soul became one with the gray winter skies and dead brown grass.

Bruce carried a cup of coffee and some stale bread, a ritual developed when he was hired at the Otsego Oasis Resort. Without thinking, he chose his favorite bench near the pond and settled in. After a few sips of the steaming black liquid, he took stock of his surroundings, searching for the odd regulars who populated the park. To the right of him, a couple of women watched their children explore a playscape. Across the pond, he recognized the orange-hooded jogger who regularly ran the fitness trail at the same time every day. She passed a dog walker, who was currently tangled in the leashes of at least six canines of various sizes. Bruce chuckled. He had seen the clumsy dog walker numerous times before. From the way the dogs dragged him around the park, it seemed as if the dogs were taking
him
for a walk.

Honking drew his attention as a gaggle of noisy Canadian geese waddled by. One goose straggled way behind the others, searching, like he was lost. Robert had once told him the creatures were extremely devoted to one another and mated for life. When one goose died, the survivor would separate himself from the rest of the flock to grieve. Within time, he would rejoin his group, and if he wasn’t too old, would choose another mate.

Bruce tore off a huge chunk of bread and threw it to the lone goose. “I feel your pain, buddy.”

The fowl gobbled up the food and left.

Leaning back, Bruce sighed.
Robert
. The ache of losing him faded with each passing day, his grief replaced by a longing for normalcy. But what was normal anymore? So much had changed in such a short time that he had no idea how to live life again. He was too old to start over, though fate had forced his hand. He found himself wanting to take comfort in what was familiar, but everything that was, was gone. He knew it was time for him to lay aside the guilt, the broken dreams, and move on with life, yet how could he do it?

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