One
Dyke Cozy
by
Rhani D'Chae
Genre:
YA Drama
People
come into our lives for a day, a season, or a reason...
"Shy
taught me to fight like a champion, love like a poet, & live like
it was my last day on earth."
One
Dyke Cozy touches on the lives of two girls, Gabby and Shy, from
their first meeting as children to Shy's untimely death.
This
novel contains profanity and adult situations.
Rated PG-13.
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Reaching into the center section of the
backpack, she pulled out a fold over sandwich bag containing six cigarettes. My
eyes grew big when I saw them, and I took the one she handed me with shaky
fingers.
"Where did you get these?" I
couldn't believe it was possible for a kid our age to have cigarettes.
"I got 'em from Gary," she said
with a shrug. "He was twelve when he started smoking, so I figured he
wouldn't mind givin' me a few. And he didn't."
Having spent time around Shy's brother on
several occasions, I studied the cigarette skeptically.
"Oh, stop it!" Shy snapped.
"These things came right out of the pack. He didn't do anything to
'em."
"I'm sorry," I said sincerely.
"It's just with Gary, ya never know."
"You're right about that." She
laughed, back in good humor again. "But he wouldn't give me something he'd
doctored. Not without telling me, anyhow."
Her affection for her brother was evident
when she spoke of him, and I wished for the umpteenth time that I had a
sibling.
Shy dug a lighter out of her bag and lit her
cigarette first. I watched what she did, not wanting to fail too badly with my
first smoke.
When she touched the flame to the tip of my
cigarette, I inhaled as I'd seen her do. Rancid flavor filled my mouth and
burned its way simultaneously up my nose and down my throat. A fit of coughing
bent me almost double, and I grabbed the edge of the sink for support.
"Are you okay?" Shy took another
drag, suffering no obvious ill effects. "It takes a few puffs to get used
to it."
A few? Who was she kidding? "I think
so." I managed to gasp the words out before another round of coughing
prevented speech.
"Just give it a second," Shy
suggested. She reached over to take the cigarette from between my fingers,
holding it in her left hand while she waited for me to catch my breath.
By the time I was able to stand erect again,
my cigarette had burned almost halfway down. Shy held it out, and I took
it bravely, hoping I could finish it
with some shred of dignity.
"Take it slow," Shy said, as if
reading my mind. "Don't inhale too deep. Just...let it happen."
I followed her advice, inhaling the acrid
smoke in tiny, hesitant puffs. This time, I managed to smoke the cigarette down
to the butt without coughing, and I grinned triumphantly as I dropped the butt
in the sink.
"Ta-da!" I clapped my hands
together in self-applause. "I did it!"
"You sure did." Shy finished her
own smoke and deposited her butt next to mine. "How do you feel? Any
braver?"
I didn't think braver was the right word to
describe how I felt, but I did feel different. Older? Maybe. Sophisticated? A
little. Ready to go out there and get my first kiss from Mr. Dreamboat? Oh, hell no!
Rhani
D'Chae is a visually disabled writer who was born and raised in
Tacoma, WA. Because of her failing eyesight, she no longer reads as
much as she used to, but she does enjoy falling into the worlds
created by other Indie authors as often as hre vision will allow.
Shadow of the Drill is her first published novel, and is the first in
a series that revolves around an unrepentant enforcer and the violent
life that he leads.
She
enjoys chatting with readers and fellow writers via Social Media
sites, and loves getting comments and other input from those who have
read her work.
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1 comments:
Such a fun cover.
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