Length: short story
Genre: gay romance, contemporary
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing
Two ex-lovers, one hotel room, and one random act of technology.
Will they fall out or fall back in love?
Sheridan looked up from buttoning his shirt. “What do you mean, it’s locked?”
“I mean it’s locked—as in, it’s locked. Can’t be opened. See?” The other man jiggled the handle of the hotel door as a demonstration. “Locked.”
“How did that happen?”
He threw up his hands. It only highlighted the fact that he wasn’t wearing pants. “I’m sorry, Shay when did I become a locksmith in the past hour?”
“Call me Shay again, Oliver I dare you.”
“Or what?” Oliver sighed. “Never mind, don’t answer that. I’ll call room service, Sha—Sheridan.”
“You do that.” Sheridan had finished dressing, and was now examining his face in a mirror that had been sitting on the bedside table. He grimaced and began to tame a lock of gray hair that threatened to turn full cowlick. “And tell them we need more champagne.”
“I’m not paying for that!” Oliver covered the receiver of the phone with one hand. He balanced himself against the wall with the other. “Once the door’s open, it’s over. We’re never seeing each other again.”
“That’s what you said last time.”
“Which was three months ago. This time, it’ll be forever.”
“Another thing you said last time.”
Oliver turned around to face the window and their room’s scenic view of the parking lot below He now spoke into the phone. “Yes, hello? Is this the front desk? Yeah, my name’s Oliver Clarkson. I’m in room 815 and I seem to have been locked in. Key card? Sir, I can’t use the key card from the inside—yes, it’s me and another person. Does it matter? Could you please send someone up here—seriously? Okay. Okay. Yes. We can—okay. Just—okay. Thank you. Yes, we’ll be here. I’m not climbing out the window. Yes sir, I’m aware I’m on the eighth floor. Okay. Yes. Yes. Goodbye.”
Oliver held the phone in his hand for a second before landing it, hard, back on the cradle. “Fucking idiots.”
“How long?” Oliver could see in the image of the room that showed on the window that Sheridan didn’t even look away from his reflection.
“As soon as possible,” Oliver parroted the voice of the man behind the front desk, who now sounded like the hotel owner from Fawlty Towers. “Apparently, the maintenance guy in charge of this kind of thing? Out sick.”
Sheridan made an annoyed throat noise. “Well, the least you can do is put your pants back on.”
“Shut up.” Oliver reached for the jeans that were lying over the back of the room’s loveseat. “I meant it.”
“It’s over?” There was a note of hesitation in Sheridan’s voice that went unanswered.
“Yes,” Oliver grunted, sliding stiff jeans over bony hips. “It’s over.”
Uneasy silence filled the room.
“And you didn’t even order any champagne….”
DID YOU LEAVE ANY FOR ME is also a part of the STRANDED Anthology
- Sarah Hayes was born in Florissant, Missouri, where she currently resides with her mother and the family cat in her childhood home. She is the youngest daughter in a family of geeks and bookworms, her mother being a published romance author. Hayes has been making up stories and writing them down ever since she figured out how to put pencil to paper. She graduated Florissant Valley Community College with an Associate Degree in creative writing with honors and Phi Theta Kappa credentials. Sarah Hayes served as the head editor of the college’s student-run newspaper for a year, during which she won several awards from the local chapters of the journalism associations MCMA and SPJ. While she has honed her skills with writing and sharing her fanfiction, she has been writing original fiction just as long. This is her first published piece of fiction.Sarah Hayes can be found at: