Wishing on a Blue Star

Contains my short story “With This Flower”.

Wishing on a Blue Star, various authors, edited by Kris Jacen. Dreamspinner Press, January 25, 2011
ISBN 9781615818815

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How much impact can someone have on your life if you’ve never met them face to face?
In this electronic age of E-mails, electronic publishing, and social networks, quite a lot.
Through his emails, stories and blog, author Patric Michael has touched numerous hearts, minds and lives from the start of his career and further as he now takes us along on his journey to battle cancer.
Along the way, Patric shows us a side of life that not many truly see– how we are all a part of something larger than just ourselves, and how we are each touched by others for the betterment of all.
Now, those that have been touched by Patric and his words have joined together to give something back, to him and to us all through something he values highly – words.
In this compilation, gay short stories, poems, and anecdotes combined with excerpts from Patric’s blog and a few entertaining, educational group posts reveal, and celebrate, the man who has touched so many hearts and minds.
This collection, sometimes erotic, sometimes irreverent, and always poignant, is a gift from all our hearts to celebrate Patric and give strength (and a little levity) to others.

Jessewave gives Wishing on a Blue Star 5+ stars and says, “Every story was moving and a fitting tribute to the man who inspired them.”

EXCERPT from “With This Flower”
A moment later, he drove into a large clearing. Ahead of him sat a farmhouse that looked like something from a child’s storybook, complete with a brook meandering along the edge of the lawn. Patches of brightly colored flowers were scattered around the house at seemingly random spots. The grass was the greenest Zack had seen outside of Astroturfed stadiums, and lush weeping willows lined the brook.

The house itself stood two stories high and was painted white with red shutters and a red front door. A long wooden swing hung from the ceiling of the front porch.

In the swing sat a man. A skinny man, height indistinguishable when he was sitting, with hair so dark it seemed to have green highlights. His face was one of those that might fade into a crowd, but even from several yards away, Zack saw a light in the man’s eyes. That light made him reluctant to look away from the guy.

Zack pulled up beside the porch, where the road ended, stopped the van and quickly got out. The man on the swing stayed seated. “Hello?” Zack said tentatively.

“Hello.” The man’s voice was deep and melodious, and it tugged at parts of Zack’s body that really shouldn’t have responded that way to a customer.

“I’m from the satellite company.” Flustered, Zack opened the back doors of the van to give himself something to do other than staring. “You have an appointment to have a satellite system installed?”

“Yes.” The man rose and walked down the steps to stand beside Zack. “It’s a bit quiet out here. Most television doesn’t interest me, but I thought it might be a welcome distraction. Do you need any help unloading your equipment?”

There was absolutely no double entendre in the man’s tone. But Zack heard one anyway, and his “equipment” responded by stiffening. He quickly turned away and said, “No, thanks, I can manage. I’m Zack, by the way.”

“Robin. I’ll get out of your way, then.”

Robin returned to the swing. Zack felt the other man’s eyes on him as he began unloading the van, though each time he glanced up, Robin’s gaze was elsewhere. For some reason, that disappointed Zack. He wanted the man to watch him.

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