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Summer Season by Rebecca Cohen
A trip down to Cornwall is just what Ryan Penniford needs to recover from the daily grind of London life. Ryan and his amateur dramatics society, the Sarky Players, are traveling to Porthcurno to perform at the stunning Minack Theatre.
Stuart Box has returned to Cornwall after earning his PhD, and is killing time as he looks for a job back in London. Spending time with Ryan from the Sarky Players is a great way to take his mind off things.
During their first meeting, sparks fly, but not in a good way, and they must work to get past their initial hostilities to discover they have great off-stage chemistry. Stuart soon learns Ryan is not the superficial man people assume he is, and Stuart likes what he sees. The feeling is entirely mutual.
Pity Ryan is only visiting for two weeks, but both men want to see where this holiday romance might take them.
Stuart rubbed his eyes and snapped shut his laptop. Apart from the odd errand to help his mum, he’d spent most of the last few days staring at a computer screen hunting for jobs. He’d made a few online applications, all of them back in London, but he supposed he couldn’t afford to be too choosy and would have to look farther and consider anything that might hold his interest long enough for the usual three years of a postdoctoral research position.
Only one of the jobs he’d applied for was close to perfect, but as he couldn’t count on even getting an interview for that, he needed to press on.
All the institutions he’d looked at so far would look good on his CV in the future, if they thought him worthy. His supervisor had told him he shouldn’t have a problem getting a postdoc, since Stuart had finished his PhD with three journal publications and posters at well-respected conferences. Stuart wasn’t so optimistic.
But he could return to his job search later. Now he was going to forget all about it and go help out at the theater. As he reached the kitchen, his mum handed him a cheese sandwich and a cup of tea.
“I’m going over to Penzance to see Terri for lunch. You need anything?”
Stuart shook his head. “Nah, I’ll probably eat at the Logan Rock or the Cable Inn with some of the am-drammers if they’re up for it and I find them not too intolerable.”
“Intolerable? Hark at you, Dr. Box.”
“You know what I mean. Some of them can be a bit stuck-up. Remember that Scottish bloke who thought he was going to be the next Johnny Depp?” Fiona leaned against the kitchen counter. “From what I remember, it didn’t stop you shagging him.”
“In my defense, he was hot.”
She laughed. “Want me to drop you at the theater?”
Stuart demolished his sandwich in a few bites and drained his tea. Once Fiona had finished her usual faffing, he grabbed his hoodie and followed her out. He was being lazy accepting the lift, and he was only in the car a few minutes before he was out again and waving her off, telling her not to have too much fun with her best friend.
The telltale sign of a Bedford truck in the car park told him the Sarky Players must have arrived, bringing with them the stage dressing, costumes, and God knows what else they thought they needed. He saw Mike standing at the gate chatting with two men in their late fifties. Mike wasn’t much younger, but his frizzy gray hair and bushy beard added years to his appearance.
“Afternoon, Stuart!” Mike called, raising his hand. “This is Owen and Calum from the Sarky Players. Gentlemen, Stuart’s been hanging around the theater longer than I can remember and has agreed to help with the get-in.”
Stuart shook hands with the two men—Owen’s handshake was on the verge of being overfirm. “Hope you didn’t have too long a drive?”
“We came down from South London,” said Owen, jangling a set of keys between his hands. “The M25 was murder, but once we got off it, it was pretty good.”
A miniconvoy of four cars drove into the car park. Calum waved at them as they drew up. “Here comes the first wave of getter-inners.”
“You might need a few more bodies if you intend to be finished before it gets dark.” Stuart had been involved in several get-ins, and even the most experienced of groups often forgot how much of an arse it could be getting everything they needed for their production down the steep steps of the theater. Forming a human chain and passing all the gear down the different levels was the only way to do it, and it took a lot more people than were currently standing in front of them.
“More are coming. Whether they’re willing remains to be seen,” Owen said and clapped his hands together in the kind of way that suggested he wanted to get on. “But we can make a start on emptying the van.”
Stuart sent Mike a look to hope he’d intervene, but Mike just shrugged and opened the gate. “Best get started, then.”
The loud beeping of a horn made everyone turn as a brand-new Fiat 500 entered the lot. The woman with blonde ringlets let out a little squeak of delight and ran off to meet the driver. Stuart rolled his eyes. It looked like the Sarky Players’ Leonardo DiCaprio had arrived.
About the author
Rebecca Cohen is a Brit abroad. Having swapped the Thames for the Rhine, she has left London behind and now lives with her husband and baby son in Basel, Switzerland. She can often be found with a pen in one hand and a cup of Darjeeling in the other.
$20 gift card for Amazon or Are, 2 ebooks from back catalogue (excluding Summer Season). Giveaway closes 21st October 2015.
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