The New Guy      The New Guy

 by Shay Sheridan

  

 

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 Author's Notes: 

 Story Notes: For the Due South Flashfiction "Threesome Challenge." I
thought some of the secondary DS characters needed a little attention.

 

 

 The new guy's okay, friendly enough, in a punch-you-in-the-arm,
hand-on-the-shoulder kind of way. He's caustic and funny and sometimes
thick-headed; he says things to provoke people for no apparent reason. You
can't do that; you should try to get on, try to stay mellow, at least on
the surface. Make friends. It gets you a lot further than abrasiveness. 

 The new guy's energetic, he'll give him that. Not afraid of a fight, not
afraid to say what's on his mind, either, though what he says isn't always
to the point. He has strong beliefs, so strong that his new partner sighs,
imagining a bumpy road ahead. 

 Face it. It's going to take a lot to get used to the new guy, no matter
how friendly he's been so far. He'll have to get used to new music in the
car, new pizza toppings, new slang words, new prejudices, new arguments
and new info on how each likes his coffee, new decisions over who goes
high and who low, who gets to drive. Like right now, sitting in the new
guy's car -- and how did that happen, anyway? He does the driving, he
always did, his old partner let him, and now -- 

 His throat clenches unexpectedly. There's wetness in his eyes and he
turns his face to the window so maybe the new guy won't notice. 

 Damn it, damn it, Louie. Why'd you have to die? 

End The New Guy by Shay Sheridan: RedChance@aol.com

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