One Dyke Cozy
by Rhani D’Chae
Genre: YA Drama
People come into our lives for a day, a season, or a reason…
“Shy taught me to fight like a champion, love like a poet, & live like
it was my last day on earth.”
One Dyke Cozy touches on the lives of two girls, Gabby and Shy, from
their first meeting as children to Shy’s untimely death.

This novel contains profanity and adult situations.
Rated PG-13.

Shy rolled her eyes at my reaction. “Lighten up,” she said in as worldly a tone as she could muster. “It’s no big deal.”
But it was a big deal, at least to me.
“You better hope your mother doesn’t hear you say that,” I warned. “She’d wash your mouth out with soap for sure!”
“My mom doesn’t care,” she replied. “I can say whatever I want, as long as I don’t use the F word.”
“What’s the F word?” I’d never heard of such a thing.
Shy laughed, enjoying the superiority her knowledge of swear words gave her. “I can’t say it, cuz I promised my dad I wouldn’t. But it’s another word for sex.”
I nodded wisely, even though I knew less about sex than I did about the F word.
“Have you ever said a bad word?” Shy asked curiously.
I shook my head, slightly embarrassed at the answer I had to give. “No, never. I’m not even sure I know any. I mean, not any real ones.”
“What words do you know?”
“I know the D word,” I said hesitantly. “But I’ve never said it.”
“You can say it now,” Shy stated with cheerful matter of factness. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
I wanted to say it. Boy, did I want to! The very thought of saying such an adult word made me feel sophisticated and quite daring.
Shy watched for a moment, reading me with an accuracy that was rarely wrong. “Go ahead,” she encouraged. “There’s a first time for everything.”
“Damn,” I whispered, not quite ready to put any volume into my voice.
“That’s it,” Shy responded. “Go ahead, say it again. Louder this time.”
“Damn.” This time I spoke in my normal tone.
“Come on,” Shy shrugged her shoulders. “There’s no one here, say it like you mean it! Come on, I’ll say it with you. Count of three, okay?”
I nodded, tingling with a rush of adrenaline.
Shy begin to count, and when she said three, I shouted the word along with her.
“Damn!”
“Again!” She yelled. “Louder!”
“Damn!” The word burst from my mouth with the volume all the way up. But even so, Shy was right there with me.
“Damn! Damn! Damn!” We repeated the word several times, until we were both laughing so hard we couldn’t speak.
“Look at you,” Shy said when she had caught her breath. “You didn’t explode or nothin’! Not bad for your first swear word. How does it feel?”
“Crazy!” I giggled, unable to think of a better way to express myself. “I can’t believe I said it!”

Rhani D’Chae is a visually disabled writer who was born and raised in
Tacoma, WA. Because of her failing eyesight, she no longer reads as
much as she used to, but she does enjoy falling into the worlds
created by other Indie authors as often as hre vision will allow.
Shadow of the Drill is her first published novel, and is the first in
a series that revolves around an unrepentant enforcer and the violent
life that he leads.


She enjoys chatting with readers and fellow writers via Social Media
sites, and loves getting comments and other input from those who have
read her work.
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