New Cover for Same Time Next Year

My short story Same Time Next Year is all set for re-release with JMS Books sometime in April, but I've already received the awesome cover. What do you think?

Jerome and Greg played on the dirt road halfway between their homes when they were kids, and found much better games to play there when they grew older. It's their special spot, the perfect place for Greg to propose, and the worst place possible for the accident that takes his life. 

Devastated by the loss, Jerome visits that lonely road on the anniversary of Greg's death, only to discover that not all endings are permanent.


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 Here's a snippet:

One year. One whole year had come and gone and still the pain lingered. With no particular destination in mind, Jerome ambled down the road. His fellow partiers thought he was going to his parents’ house, where he was staying the weekend, but what he really needed was a place where the memories couldn’t find him. Did such a place exist?

He found himself at the familiar crossroads. Go straight and wind up at his parents’, or turn left and go downtown, maybe find a bar and a bit of company. He could always turn around, go back to the party and just crash at Shelby’s, which probably wouldn’t be a bad idea. Or he could turn right. Three roads offered safety, comfort, and hope. The fourth? Nothing but despair.

Drawn by some unseen force, he turned right. One foot followed the other down a lonely road -- the road that used to lead to Greg’s house. Leaving the street lights behind, Jerome squinted into the darkness, barely making out the shapes of trees. The wind, quiet until now, played a mournful tune through the topmost branches, and a light drizzle began to fall. Jerome looked back over his shoulder. The rain didn’t reach the well-lit intersection, just this road. Were the fates trying to turn him back?

Cool mist brushed his face but he wouldn’t be deterred. Next, the heavens sent fog, thick and heavy, nearly blinding. He followed the white line at the edge of the road, the only thing visible in the gloom. The sound of an engine gearing down caused him to turn, jumping away from the asphalt in case the driver couldn’t see him. How odd that in the black of night there were no headlights shining. The motor revved, closer this time. The mist parted and the shadowy shape of a sports car appeared.

A fist clenched Jerome’s heart and he shook his head, willing himself sober. It couldn’t be! It just couldn’t! The car purred like some sleek, black predator waiting for him to run so it could give chase. The passenger door swung open.

A joke. That’s what it had to be. A cruel, sick joke.

Jerome stared at the door for what felt like an eternity. The rain fell harder. When it began to trickle under his collar, curiosity got the better of him. One slow step at a time he approached, gazing into the darkened interior. Just like outside the vehicle, inside there were no lights, not even on the instrument panel. When he placed his hand on the car’s canvas top, a jolt traveled up his arm, and he swore the damned thing leaned into his touch.

No words were said, none were needed. The invitation was clear. He sucked in a cool, deep breath and exhaled slowly, fogged breath mingling with the chilly mist. He stooped and slid into the car. The door closed without his help. The Mustang accelerated, barely crawling down a side road. Something swung from the rearview mirror. Even without seeing it clearly Jerome knew it was the tassel from a graduation cap. There was no other explanation; he must be hallucinating. How much had he drunk?

When the car came to a full stop, Jerome spoke. This was their spot, where they’d come every Saturday night throughout high school to make out, and where they’d spent their last night together. “I’d like to see you.” The instrument lights began to glow, creating a surreal landscape of shadows and light on the driver’s face. Dear Lord. There was no way it could be who it looked like. Could there?

A husky, well-remembered voice drawled, “How have you been?”

Find it here as "Coming Soon."