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An excerpt from Jack and the Beanstalk will return next week. But for today I'm bringing back Pagan Knights of Cambria Nights. I received a scathing critique in a rejection for this story. I would like your honest opinions to see if I'm reacting childishly. I'll give you a taste near the beginning of the story
For those of you not familiar with this story, Billie Blake and Glenn Talbot, recently legally married, same sex partners, journey to Cambria, a seaside resort in Central California to honeymoon with their American Eskimo dog, Bradley. In the late afternoon, they withdraw into their motel room at Cambria Shores along Moonstone Beach after sitting in lawn chairs, reading, writing, and enjoying the sounds and sights of the Pacific Ocean.
Pagan Knights of Cambria Knights
When Glenn returned with their refreshments, they continued enjoying the ambience of autumn by the seashore. Glenn pointed to a flock of brown pelicans. They watched the large birds glide gracefully, their wings spread wide. And then folding them, they plummeted into the water in their search for food. Afterward, Glenn read while Billie wrote notes for his novel.
Later that afternoon, back in their room, Glenn spread out on the bed, while Billie continued to write. Bradley slept on the empty chair.
An hour later, a knock pounded against their door.
“You get it.” Glenn was half asleep.
“You get it. I’m busy.” Billie was entrenched with his writing.
Bradley yapped continuously.
Glenn eased out of bed, put on his robe, opened the door slightly, and then stepped back immediately.
“Where is he? I know he’s in here. I saw him.” The intruder fired angry words, forcing his way through the door.
Bradley leaped forward in attack mode, barking incessantly.
Billie commanded him to stop, but as usual, he refused.
An older man, about sixty-five, with short white hair and a tan, stopped short once he focused on Bradley and noticed Glenn and Billie in their robes. “I thought I saw my friend come into this room with our dog.” He looked down at Bradley, expressing slight regrets for entering the room. Reaching down to pat Bradley on the head, he attempted to ease the dog’s agitation, but Bradley responded with more barking as his fluffy white tail wagged rapidly.
“He looks familiar.” The man apologized. “Sorry for the intrusion.” He retreated from the room.
Glenn closed the door. “Bradley! Shut up!” He was furious for the disruption of his nap. “I have to go to the bathroom. Calm down you shit!” he added. He went to the bathroom and screamed. “Bradley! You’ve done this too many times. He does it at home and now he’s done it here. Billie, get that dog of yours under control.”
Bradley had performed one of his usual tricks, grabbing the toilet paper with his teeth, pulling it off the roll, and chewing it into shreds. It was absolutely useless.
“Who was that guy, anyway?” He asked, when he returned from the bathroom.
“Obviously looking for someone,” Billie answered without any qualms.
“Maybe he was hitting on you.”
“Or you. I was trolling bathrooms at the rest stops on our way down, though.”
“You’re so amusing when something like this happens. There was something peculiar about him, though.”
“I know I’m funny, but that’s what keeps us together. This afternoon, I think I saw him with the guy he was looking for. They were walking on the boardwalk with a small dog. Why don’t we take Bradley for a walk?”
“I guess we could.”