“You were wrong, Micah. We didn’t have forever.” He took a silver flask from his coat pocket, not giving a fuck if anyone saw him. The stolen brandy burned the tears from his throat. Soft petals floated gently to the grass and he raised his face. Pink blossoms filled the sky, red flags fluttered in the slight breeze the way they had every day this past week. Micah’s sweet mouth had covered his, fingers straying under the waistband of his jeans.
Before Micah’s father had discovered their secret place, torn him from Paul’s arms and across the state, out of Paul’s reach.
“But not forever,” Paul vowed, taking another pull on the flask. Two months until graduation, then he was going after Micah.
“Then nothing will keep us apart,” he promised, and climbed stiffly to his feet to start another lonely day without him.
To me, photography has been a way to capture the world’s beauty as I see it through my eyes. Trying new things, visiting new places and discovering more of myself and the world is what I live for. -Marcel