Cicadas
Dec 6th, 2016 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Gary’s gasping two-hand tap against the wall earned second place in the breaststroke. Pete had less time to breathe.
First in the butterfly – their final high school triumph shared.
Later, they met in the shower. Whispers were overpowered by streaming water.
Gary’s kiss goodbye burned as a beloved’s should.
“You’re sure? My heart…so damn broken.” A lump choked his every word.
“Me, too.” Gary held him. “But we’ll be one thousand miles apart.”
Later, Pete laid in the tall grass behind the aquatic center. Silver-voiced male cicadas polished their mating song in desperation, chanting for a miracle.
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