Trevor Fiction: Swimming


If you’re new here, these characters can be found in all three of my books, The Demo Tapes (Year 1 and Year 2) and Trevor’s Song, the new, full-length novel starting the toasted marshmallow featured below. There are no spoilers in the following piece.

Noooo. Hotel pools were no longer good enough for the Great Mitchell Voss, it seemed. Nope. The fucker had to be outside, in the sunshine, where it was warm and where the sun would glisten off his fucking suntanned skin and make all the housewives swoon with longing at the way the golden tan contrasted with the loser’s silver-blonde hair.

Of course, there was a plus to this outdoor pool they were walking into: Charlie had promised them up and down no one would bat an eye at them. This pool was part of some blueblood health club, where any idiot could come ogle the pro athletes and the local TV people and everyone else who didn’t deign to be bugged by the adoring yokels who don’t know when to give a person some space.

They probably wouldn’t get anyone to play in the water with, Trevor figured. Places like this, no one did anything but swim laps and work on their tans. The people here were pampered. They preened.

They’d never let the likes of ShapeShifter invade them again.

They hadn’t even gotten into the place, and Trevor knew how it’d end. With the four of them walking out, laughing over a good time — and every other poor sod in the joint trying to figure out what had just happened to them. Oh, some of the women would be all intrigued, biting their lower lips and considering taking old Trevor up on his attentions. If only they weren’t married. If only they didn’t have the kids, or the stretch marks, or the guts…

Yeah. Nothing would come of that, either. Talk about a waste of a day’s good flirting.

Except… once they got there, count on Mitchell to fuck up the script. To pull off his shirt and make his hair cascade out behind him like some fucking romance novel cover model. If the band tanked, the asshole sure had another career waiting — so long as someone airbrushed his face real good. Then again, the girls seemed to like that cleft chin and those blue-green eyes well enough.

By the time Mitchell swan dived off the diving board the first time, every one of those pampered moms, their bodies too taut to have birthed babies and look so good without the benefit of plastic work along the way, their kids snot-nosed despite the good, chlorinated water to rinse it off. Yeah, every last person at that pool was sighing and wishing Mitchell would come talk to them. Even the grandma, her skin leathery from too many days out by this pool and her hair one of the fakest oranges Trevor had ever seen. Yeah, even her.

They’d be invited back, no doubt about it.

Trevor wasn’t sure if he should be grateful to Mitchell — burning every bridge you came to got old every now and then — or hate the bastard for the way the big idiot could make every single person on the planet eat out of the palm of his hand.

Maybe he’d settle for doing both.

Once again, I’ll be linking this piece up at a bunch of places. The Weekend Writer’s Retreat. Friday Flash. Writer’s Island.



  1. Bethanie

    August 6, 2010 8:59 am

    hee, hee — love me some Trevor in the morning. 🙂

  2. Alice Audrey

    August 6, 2010 2:02 pm

    Tsk. Such jealousy, Trev. I won’t tell you who I’m panting over right now. No, really. If you’ll ignore the stretch marks and the gut, you’re welcome to come on over here.
    .-= Alice Audrey´s last blog ..Suzie’s House 17- For Want of Teflon Tape =-.

  3. Ann (bunnygirl)

    August 6, 2010 8:40 pm

    Poor Trevor. He does pretty good, though, for a guy who always compares himself like that.
    .-= Ann (bunnygirl)´s last blog ..Flash Fiction- Fortune-Teller =-.

  4. Julia Smith

    August 7, 2010 9:53 pm

    ‘Even the grandma’ – LOL!
    .-= Julia Smith´s last blog ..Summer Stock Sunday – 26 =-.

  5. RiikaInfinityy

    August 7, 2010 10:00 pm

    Wonderfully written! And i loved the beginning as it make me continuing reading and great ending as well=P
    .-= RiikaInfinityy´s last blog ..Spellbound =-.

  6. Darcia Helle

    August 8, 2010 10:24 am

    Great excerpt! And what is it with men and their comparisons? I swear that’s why they have open urinals instead of stalls. :))
    .-= Darcia Helle´s last blog ..Killing That Armchair Husband! =-.

  7. Shelley Munro

    August 8, 2010 4:21 pm

    Ditto what Alice said. 🙂
    You get such great emotion in there, Susan. Excellent post.
    .-= Shelley Munro´s last blog ..Helmet Dive in Bora Bora =-.

  8. Thomma Lyn

    August 10, 2010 10:10 pm

    Bless Trevor’s heart — yes, such a toasted marshmallow. Tough on the outside, and struggling on many levels inside. Great job with this piece, Susan. And I laughed out loud at this line: “If the band tanked, the asshole sure had another career waiting — so long as someone airbrushed his face real good.” 😀
    .-= Thomma Lyn´s last blog ..Summertime Sights =-.

  9. Alex

    August 12, 2010 11:50 am

    I just found this site.

    I like your prose. It’s solid, and isn’t afraid to use profanity (too many writers make the mistake of censoring themselves). Of course, I just saw this with no context whatsoever, but I think that speaks louder for its ability to keep me interested, don’t you?

    Keep it up. I’ll be puttering around the site for the next few days at least.

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