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Recent Posts: GAY FLASH FICTION
When We’re Sixty-Four – by Michael Ampersant
It’s only Dex and me, and the dogs. We are wading along the waterline. Rover and Cooper, just released from the bed of Dex’s pickup, chase across the dirty sandbank. Pacific seagulls cry. This is the mouth of the Russian River. “Can I ask you a question?” Dex asks. “Ye-es,” I say. He stares at […]
Easy Way Down — by Chuck Teixeira
Pat’s mother parked the car right in front of the laundromat. The place was fully lit, and there were people inside even that late — or that early, counting the hours until dawn. The front door was wide open to a soft April breeze. On the laundry-folding table was a section of the previous day’s […]
Walking wounded — by Keith A Raymond
They loved each other to avoid the appearance of clinging. Their true friends knew the truth, though. Seth and Anders lived in a house his grandmother built. A cared-for garden of wonder, blooming in each season. They built small garden houses for trysts and privacy; an atelier, a bath house, an observatory (and even a […]
Tag Archives: Alex Hogan
It’s almost Christmas
We have three seasonal stories in the archives: The Third Christmas, by Alex Hogan Art and Pat used to be lovers. Three years ago. It’s all over. So why is Art standing outside Pat’s door wearing a silly hat carrying … Continue reading
Holiday
“Shit! Who is that?” I carefully put my beer down on the floor where the wet patch was. Who the hell would be knocking on my door, especially at three o’clock in the afternoon in Melbourne on the first Tuesday … Continue reading
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