From the Vaults circa. 2006 (6)

Wow...dug up these two short story jewels....interesting. Wow!


Short Story #2

There was so much to do and so little time.

I saw myself taking in the sights with little interest or anything else. The season was approaching and God knows Christmas would be here soon. Kem's 'Can't Stop Loving You,' filled my atmosphere with longing and nostalgia tinged in dark blue. No one seemed to be around and even I, at various intervals, seemed to disappear briefly.

I closed my eyes and took a gulp of the warmed over chardonay I had poured exactly 3 hours ago. I had it bad. Waiting for him to call me did things to me that left me slightly agitated then upset, and then nonchalant. I covered the entire gamut of emotions and one would have thought I was quad-polar. The refrain of Kem's joint looped in my cerebral so many times that I couldn't begin to tell where it started and stopped. I realized that what I felt for him was great and utterly wonderful, but at the same time...it was wrong.

So many moralistic details confronted me and I wanted to literally scream. I knew that a man like me shouldn't be in a relationship with another man, but my happiness was important to me and I didn't want to lead a life of lies...Trish and I called it quits more than two years ago and the desire to be with a woman seemed so foreign and repulsive. My parents were cautiously supportive of my present lifestyle; my mother was the biggest advocate of just loving me regardless, while dear old dad, seemed intent on bashing my head open with the word. He couldn't stomach the fact that I enjoyed men; although I believe it has everything to do the fact that he couldn't stand that his son's business was well known to the members of the church where he pastored. I couldn't help but chuckle at the expression that crossed his face each time I came home for a visit...something between sadness and revulsion. Yet I continue to move on.

If you look beyond the sunset and twilight
you can just catch the slight sound of flapping wings riding the thin winds...
look beyond the morning star and take in the sight of a
black crow flying above the earth...above the clouds. his gaze fixed
on everything and nothing...
He dreams of a freedom of HIS choice.



~bloodspeaks