Missed last week because I was at the steampunk symposium in a hotel with the world’s most unreliable internet and then went right into finals week so I wouldn’t have had time to read anyone’s. Technically I’m at graduation today but I’ll have the rest of the week to read.

I’m still working with These Haunted Hills. I’ve skipped ahead just a little to the next chapter where Joshua takes Brendan to the Ridges (the Athens Lunatic Asylum) to talk ghosts. It’s a tad over six sentences (I think it’s 8)

Brendan stared at his feet, toes near a cracked, small boxy headstone bearing only a number. “They didn’t even give them names, not even in death.”

Joshua swallowed hard. He hadn’t planned to bring Brendan to the Ridges’s cemetery when he drove the man up to the old asylum. He didn’t want to stir up shit memories for the man. Coffee at the Donkey cafe had gone well. Brendan didn’t fuss at all as Joshua helped him put the sites he most wanted to see in a logical order for them to attack them. Better yet, once he’d settled down and realized Joshua truly wasn’t going to fanboy all over him, Brendan chatted with him like they’d been buddies for years. He didn’t want to lose that. “No, there are records somewhere with the names but no one came to claim these poor people.”

This is from the above mentioned graveyard. You can see the numbered headstone in the back (though Margaret’s family at least gave her a named stone too). I pulled the freaking corn out of the grave before I left her.

If you’d like to play along, Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook community where we post up 6 sentences of one of our LGBT stories every Saturday. It’s been fun and you can find it here. Be sure to check out all the offers! It’s been a great supportive group!