It’s time once again to walk the rainbow brick road to the city of romantic fiction. For those of you who don’t know, Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook group where you share a set of sentences from a work that has LGBT related content. If you want to check out this great community for yourselves, be sure to check them out for yourself.

This week’s snippet is our latest visit to the world of Our Second Chance. This time around, I have included a picture of the two main characters, Dustin and Phoenix, which I created using a combination of The Sims 4 and Paint.NET.

This Rainbow Snippet focuses on Dustin as he speaks to a detective regarding Phoenix’s sudden disapperance in the middle of the book.

Dustin spun around at being addressed, and found that he was no longer in the door less corridor. He was now in a standard looking interview room, with dull Brown wallpaper and a small desk with two reasonably sturdy looking chairs on either side.

Sat on the one furthest away from him was Detective Sarenshore. Her hair now flowed freely across her wide shoulders, and she was looking at Dustin with a kind but firm expression.

Dustin didn’t need to be asked to sit down, so he slowly walked across the newly formed room and got himself into the most comfortable position he could. It wasn’t easy, as the seats cushion could have done with being replaced around twenty years ago.

“I’m glad that I could offer my assistance Detective.”

She gave a smile of appreciation.

“Before we begin, It is my duty to inform you that this is not a formal questioning. I do however need to clarify some information before we can charge the current suspects with a crime.”

The detective shuffled her papers, took a sip from her coffee and continued.

“I have also been informed during my previous interview with Lord Rafius Sahir that he used a memory clouding spell upon you after the incident took place. We have checked with him, as well as our resident magical neural health specialist, to ensure that the spell has run its course.”

Dustin had almost drifted off whilst the detective was speaking her legalese, but when he realised what she was referring to, he sat bolt upright in his chair.

“You know about the fact he used magic on me? More to the point, you believe that magic exists?”

The detective gave him a blank smile.

“No Mr Pliskin. I do not believe that magic exists.”

On a side note, I would like to thank every member of the group who has offered me kind words so far. Your support and friendship mean the world to me. I hope you enjoyed everyone enjoyed this little snippet, and will consider having a glimpse at the completed work.