Sunday, May 2, 2021

Sunday's Short Stack: So Far Away by Nell Iris

Title: So Far Away
Author: Nell Iris
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: May 1, 2021
Cover Design: Written Ink Designs
Publisher: JMS Books


Summary:

So Close, Yet so Far Away

Engaged couple Zakarias and Julian are convinced nothing can separate them…until a global pandemic hits. Zakarias catches the virus with mild symptoms and isolates in the couple’s guest house. The few meters dividing them might as well be the moon as he watches Julian, an ICU nurse, work himself to the bone, unable to support him the way he needs. Frustration and worry build as the weeks pass. Will Zakarias be declared healthy before Julian burns out?





To start off, there is no mention of Covid19 in this story though I'm sure you can tell that the global virus the author describes is inspired by Covid and possibly even the 1918 Spanish Influenza outbreaks.  I know for some it might be too soon, too close to home, too triggering.  I don't want to tell you to read it if you think it'll spark anxiety but So Far Away isn't so much about the virus but the human heart, the emotions that can and have hit most of us.  For me, it was worth the risk and I am so glad I took that leap of faith that goes along with authors you love.

So Far Away looks at the relationship between Julian and Zakarias, fiancees who are so far apart despite only yards away.  Nell Iris has created a story that shows the strength of true love, the sheer determination to keep going despite having your nerves completely frayed, fried, and teetering on the cliff of "How long can I keep going?".  I'm not going to say this is the best short story I've read but I think it's the most poignant, the most emotion-filled short I've read in a very long time.  Now don't get me wrong, despite the depth of heart, both breaking and warming, there is still a lot of fun in this story.  Most of that comes in Zakarias' sister but also in Zak's determination to lift Julian's spirits and calm his mind even if it's through Skype.  

For the past year I've been wanting to read a story set during or just after the 1918 epidemic in the LGBT genre and even though So Far Away is a contemporary setting, it quenched that thirst a bit for me because it is such a brilliant journey of the human heart.  If it is too soon, too current, too anxiety-inducing to read now, which I can completely understand, I highly recommend putting it on your TBR List for the future, even a couple of years from now, you won't regret it.

RATING:


When we’d just bought it, we spent many long evenings making plans and discussing options. We’d share a bottle of wine and make long lists of things we wanted, things we deemed necessary in what was going to be our forever home. The lists started outrageously—a wine cellar bigger than the actual house with an employee who turns the bottles? Really, Zakarias?—but distilled into a few reasonable items. So Julian’s dream of the biggest bathroom in the northern hemisphere—a Bath Palace, Zakarias, not a bathroom—complete with a pool, a jacuzzi, a sauna, and every other imaginable luxury, turned into a more feasible sized room with a fancy walk-in shower and a separate bathtub with jets—both of them big enough to accommodate the two of us. It also has a heated floor and double sinks. And my favorite feature; the tiny lights over the bathtub, sprinkled in the ceiling like a starry sky.

We both love the house; it’s our sanctuary. Every design element is chosen for comfort and to make it feel like a real home. Like someplace we can be ourselves. Someplace we can grow old together.

There are things left to do on the house before we’re happy with it, and we still spend evenings on the couch, sipping wine and making lists. Evenings that more often than not turn into heavy make-out sessions on the couch, with clothes being torn off and strewn about. Evenings that end with us panting in a sticky mess and blissed-out grins on our faces, but without deciding what to do with whatever room we’re considering remodeling at the time. “The discussion is half the fun,” he’ll say with sparkling eyes, and my mouth agrees, while I’m thinking the discussion is all the fun, because I could live in a tiny shack in the forest and be happy as long as he lived there with me.

But this house…it’s not just a house, it’s a home. Our home and I miss it.

I miss coming home from work and finding Julian sprawled on the couch in only his underwear, watching some horrid reality show or other on the big screen TV. I miss waking up early on weekends and preparing luxury breakfasts for him, miss how the scent of freshly baked bread never fails to wake him and lure him out of bed. I miss the adorable sight of him stumbling into the kitchen, bleary-eyed, hair in disarray with pillow creases on his cheek and dried drool on his chin. I miss how he beelines for me like a heat-seeking missile and winds himself around me, burying his face in my neck, snaking his arms around me, and tapping three times over my heart.

His family came up with that code when he was little; his younger sister was born with a genetic developmental disorder and never learned to speak, so three taps to the heart meant “I love you.” She died when she was only five, but the family keeps her memory alive with that gesture. It was how Julian told me he loved me for the first time. I didn’t understand it at the time, but when he told me the story, I realized he’d been telling me he loved me long before the words were spoken out loud.

I straighten my spine. Shake my head at my moment of weakness before marching back to the guesthouse and pulling a sweater over my head. I pour out the cold forgotten contents of my mug and pour fresh, steaming coffee into it.

Then I sit, take a sip, and breathe.







Author Bio:

Nell Iris is a romantic at heart who believes everyone deserves a happy ending. She’s a bona fide bookworm (learned to read long before she started school), wouldn’t dream of going anywhere without something to read (not even the ladies’ room), loves music (and singing along at the top of her voice but she’s no Celine Dion), and is a real Star Trek nerd (Make it so). She loves words, bullet journals, poetry, wine, coffee-flavored kisses, and fika (a Swedish cultural thing involving coffee and pastry!)

Nell believes passionately in equality for all regardless of race, gender or sexuality, and wants to make the world a better, less hateful, place.

Nell is a bisexual Swedish woman married to the love of her life, a proud mama of a grown daughter, and is approaching 50 faster than she’d like. She lives in the south of Sweden where she spends her days thinking up stories about people falling in love. After dreaming about being a writer for most of her life, she finally was in a place where she could pursue her dream and released her first book in 2017.

Nell Iris writes gay romance, prefers sweet over angsty, short over long, and quirky characters over alpha males.


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