A Beautiful Girl — By Alex Hogan

GAY FLASH FICTION

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My daughter is five. She has started school. Every morning I drive her there, then peel myself away from her to sit at home, alone. Cameron is at work. He leaves the house at 7.00 am and catches the train into the city. I stay in bed until he leaves, only then I rush around getting Katie ready for school.

I sit in my chair at home, alone, drinking coffee and staring into the steam rising from the cup in the dim light of closed curtains. Sometimes I stare for what feels like hours. I wish Cameron were home, yet I’m glad he isn’t. We can talk and laugh and discuss the world’s problems, but when it comes to bed time I’m too tired. Or I have headaches. He has taken to staying up late at night, long after Katie and I have gone to bed.

Katie was my dream…

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This Shirt — By Gregory A. Kompes

GAY FLASH FICTION

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He didn’t remember where it had come from. It was possible that it had been mixed with his at the cleaners and returned with his laundry. Maybe it had been left behind by someone, although he couldn’t remember ever seeing it on a date or a trick. What he did remember each time he pulled the soft, washed, faded cotton over his long arms—he met men to date when he had this shirt on. He got compliments about the color of his eyes in it. He felt confident in its embrace. It was powerful.

The thing barely held any color, but it wasn’t white. A hint of blue, perhaps a strange pattern that had been over-bleached? The buttons slid easily into their holes. The sleeves rolled up gently, pushed up easily, showed his tanned arms to perfection, highlighted his silver wristwatch.

Tucked or untucked, the power remained. Now, untucked over…

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My Garden September — by Andres Fragoso

GAY FLASH FICTION

I ran through the garden hiding from an evil man, Jose, who has come back to hurt me once again? Was it not enough what I did for him? I gave him my trust, my life, my being. He asked, I gave willingly. Jose left, and with him, he took my heart, my soul, my confidence in humankind. I cried, I yelled, I got sick. A broken heart is hard to mend when it’s shattered into a million pieces.

I had just found peace found among the cacti, weeds, and the brown grass of the desert. And I ran faster away. A familiar voice yelled, “Stop!” I froze on my heels and dropped to the ground, bleeding tears.

Lilly bloomed from my blood on the soil. “I had lost Adam to Eve. He didn’t come back for me. Your Jose may not be either. Be brave and strong, and you…

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El Rocio – by Chuck Teixeira

GAY FLASH FICTION

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Miquel, my Venezuelan jefe, was drop-dead gorgeous.  He had not come to Colombia as a refugee – he had merely seized an opportunity outside his country despite his mother’s reluctance to see him go.  Then, as the economy at home collapsed with the price of oil, he became the life-line for his family, sending essentials not available in Caracas, Maracaibo or elsewhere.

Good looks aside – to the extent one can put looks aside – Miquel was also the only manager who had advocated for my hire, and the only one who greeted me with soft eyes my first day at work.  Not surprising, then, that hope soared when, early on, he clarified that the boys in the photo on his desk were his nephews, not his sons – hope that soared then quickly sputtered.

Anyway, I had not come to Colombia to fall in love…

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My Father Cringes When He Sees Kyle Hold My Hand – by Andres Fragoso, Jr.

GAY FLASH FICTION

(c) Andres Fragoso, Jr., 2017

Barefoot I stand over the edge of the pool. Water swells beneath waiting for my soul. I look ahead. My father cringes when he sees Kyle hold my hand. What is my father doing here? He places his hands in a circle around his mouth and screams. I’m sure he’s calling my name. “Jake.” I can’t hear him through the cacophony of the crowd. He runs towards me.

He looks angry. I’m certain that if there were a bat around, my father would use Kyle’s head as a baseball and hit a home run.

Kyles squeezes my hand in reassurance. “It’s okay. We can do this.”

Really? He doesn’t know my father. I’m a dead man. I won’t be old enough to go to the Saloon and have a drink with the man I love. “I love you. No matter what happens, I’ll always love…

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Glitter me Smitten – by Madison Lawson

GAY FLASH FICTION

The first thing you notice is glitter. Glitter everywhere. Yes, that sounds cliché and annoying, but it’s actually fun. It encompasses the entire celebration.

It’s light and bright. It flies through the air, traveling from body to body. It shines with every turn and glints in the sun. It does not hide and will not be hidden.

That’s the whole point of Pride, right? To not hide? To be seen? To shine?

So you go to the parade and you gladly accept the fistful of glitter that is thrown in your general direction. Smiling, you hold your hands out, giving the glitter more body area to cover as it floats down from the sky.

You make the mistake of smiling while looking up, though, and soon you’re doubled over, coughing up glitter.

Even pride pain is fabulous.

You spit out on the empty sidewalk before straightening up, glancing around for…

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