This is a short story I did for an anthology a couple years ago that never materialized. I think I’ve had it posted here before, but it didn’t survive the great culling last year when I somehow managed to delete most of the website. It’s been around on social media too and whatnot, but it’s a decent little story so I thought I’d repost it here.

About the title- he’s no longer my boyfriend, so breathe a sigh of relief, gents, you still have a shot. I chose the title to quickly establish my relationship to the person I’m talking to in the story and also to make it clear that he’s gay, two details that are important later on but that I didn’t want to spend panels of conversation explaining. It also established that it was about his dad, not mine, which was my twist on the theme of the anthology.