A Little PushAuthor(s): P.L. Ripley
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Publication Date: October 20, 2015
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Genres: Bisexual, Erotica, Gay, GLBT, Historical, Horror
Tags: m/m, Short Story, zombie
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her. “I mean, we could put him in the root cellar. He doesn’t have to be here with the others.”
“No,” Jennifer said, “I think it’s best we keep him out of the house. I wouldn’t want him getting loose and… and hurting someone else.” She pulled little Elizabeth closer to her bosom. The baby cooed, her voice barely overriding the grunts and moans of the things in the pen.
“You’re right.” I patted her hand and walked back to the wagon where the man who used to be her husband lay, straining against the ropes holding him down. I pulled him to his feet. “Wesley, I’m going to untie you once you are in the pen,” I explained, as though he could understand me. He gnashed his teeth and the wound on my bottom lip throbbed in response.
He didn’t resist as I nudged him through the gate, slammed it shut behind him and refastened the latch. The clanging of the metal brace bought the attentions of the others. I slid a knife between the thick wooden slats and cut the ropes holding Wesley’s hands together. “I’m so sorry, Wes,” I said. If I could have taken back all that happened, all I’d done, I would gladly take his place in there. He gave me a mixed look of indifference and sorrow—or perhaps that was just me projecting on him. “I love you,” I whispered. The Buffalo Soldier guarding the pen glanced at me, then quickly diverted his eyes as though he were embarrassed at overhearing my endearment.
Wesley grunted. The spot where he’d bitten me gave a slight twinge again. I sucked my lip into my mouth, as though I could hide the wound. No one knew he’d bitten me, least of all Jennifer. She didn’t know about a lot of things he’d done to me, or I to him.
We climbed back in the wagon. Jennifer gave her husband a slight wave then glanced my way sheepishly. “He probably doesn’t know who I am anymore, does he?”
“Probably not,” I replied, but I wasn’t so sure myself. There’d been a glimmer of recognition in his eyes a few days ago. The day I killed his mother. My second murder in a week, his being the first.
P.L. Ripley wrote about gay men in trouble, and how they changed their trouble for something a bit more to their liking. These aren’t tales where love heals all, but you can be certain that sex changes things.
In Breaking and Entering, ForbiddenFiction.com presents all the stories P.L. Ripley published with us, collected in one volume as a testament to his life and work. Here you will find tales of thieves who found an unusual—and erotic—way to escape the law, of how one man gave his life for love, of how another learned to let loose and live, and even one story where pursuit of the man of his dreams leads out of fear and into love.