Backtracking

By Shelon Jackson

This short story by Chicago author Shelon Jackson is a tale of both new beginnings and past revisited. The title Backtracking explores the weekend journey of two best friends in New York City and is complete with all the elements of a suspenseful drama: sex, lies, and partying in the Big Apple. After a recent breakup, the main character, Camille, comes face-to-face with Melissa, a new friend she has met and communicated with only via internet and phone. Eventually, this encounter will challenge her vow to never again become involved in a lesbian affair. Camille has come from Chicago with her friend Ashira whos traveling for business, though the trip quickly becomes all about pleasure. Jackson delivers the sexy page turner that explores relationship patterns in the black lesbian community. Will Camille maintain her vow of heterosexuality? What escapades await for her aggressive and adventurous best friend? Is Melissa even worth the heartache, or is she just looking for another conquest? Read all these guilty pleasures in Backtracking.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 22, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543460742

Shelon Jackson

Chicago native and noted local griot Shelon Jackson, has been entertaining with her vivid storytelling for over two decades. A beauty industry veteran, and a trained phlebotomist, Jackson gets her fiction inspiration from a variety of sources ranging from hospital patients to the tales of her clients and her own real life adventures. She is a committed animal lover who can be found rescuing and caring for cats in her neighborhood. Shelon lives in Chicago with her pitbull Sooty, and cat Harry. Jackson takes us on a journey to the Big Apple, in her latest work BACKTRACKING!

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Copyright © 2017 by Shelon Jackson.

Library of Congress Control Number:   Pending

ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-5434-6076-6

      Softcover      978-1-5434-6075-9

      eBook         978-1-5434-6074-2

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Rev. date: 10/21/2017

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It’s

been a couple years since you and I have became facebook friends, and a little over a year since we exchanged phone numbers. Well before that, I printed your profile from Gaydar Girls, because I think that’s the best photograph of you. That pic combined with the sound of your sexy voice and the vivid fantasies I’ve created up in my mind about you, have been my focus while I’ve masturbated many times. Still, let’s put all that aside.

My best friend Ashira and I are coming to New York, because Ashira has business there. We will be there for the entire weekend. I give you a call, but you don’t pick up, so I leave you a message to give you all the details about when we’ll arrive and what hotel we’ll be staying at in the Big Apple.

Man, I really hope Melissa’s not out of town, I think to myself, because I really want to meet her. Then I second-guess myself: Maybe it’s good if she’s gone. Maybe that will keep me out of some trouble I sure as hell don’t need.

It’s been a year since I dumped that deadbeat boyfriend of mine, and I’ve finally moved on with my life. It sure feels good to be free and to have a little peace of mind.

Every now and then, you give me a call and tell me how beautiful it is in whatever city you’re visiting. It’s only been a year and a few months since you retired, and you haven’t wasted any time traveling and seeing the world.

I’ve never really mentioned anything about you to my best friend, Ashira. I guess I’ve kind of kept you as my little secret; the only other person who knows about you is my psychiatrist.

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One thing I don’t think I’ll ever get used to is flying. It’s been a long time since I was on a plane ride. As a matter of fact, my last time flying was when I was about ten years old. I was with my mother and we experienced some very bad turbulence. I laid my head on my her lap and prayed to God, if You let us make it down safely, I’ll never fly again. That was thirty-three years ago! I’ve just worked up the courage to board another plane; for you. It’s more than courage though, it’s also hope. My secret hope is that this trip will be the one on which we will finally cross paths. I had a little help from my psychiatrist and a couple pills to get me there and back home without experiencing a panic attack.

The time has come to head to the airport, and Ashira speeds down the expressway, trying to make it to Midway on time. I feel panic building up inside me. My chest is tightening and my breathing is quicker and more