Jake stared at his lover in disbelief. Had it
really come to this, cheap words traded in the dimness of some
forgotten bar at the edge of town? Strains of Tim McGraw filtered in
through bits of conversation. Lookin’ for
a place in the sun, I’m runnin’ out of places I can run...
“I never meant for this to happen,” Patrick
said. The words hung in the air like cigarette smoke. “The last
thing I wanted was to hurt you…”
“Right. You’re just getting off with some
other flit — no problem, the whole thing’s got nothing to do
Patrick hung his head. “It’s not what you
Jake took a swig of his beer. The bottle sweated
in his grasp. “So what’s the gig exactly? You found someone
better-looking? Younger?” He looked around at neighboring tables.
“Is he here?”
“So, umm, that’s the thing,” Patrick
fidgeted, eyes fixed on a scratch in the table. He ran his pinkie
along its edges. “It’s not a guy, exactly. Her name is Jenny.”
“What?” Jake choked on a mouthful of beer.
“It’s... she’s not a man. Look, I know this
is sort of a shock. When we met, I didn’t think I’d ever find
what I was looking for with a woman again. But I never lied to you.
You always knew that I was attracted to women, that I might be
“What the hell are you talking about?” Jake
shook his head. Bi. What the hell was that? Horny was more like it,
getting his rocks off wherever he could.
“Like I said, the last thing I wanted to do was
“Yeah, well, you know what I think? I think this
is all just a phase. Experimentation. You’re still trying to
rationalize being different. You’ve never accepted being gay and
now you’ve come up with this pansy ass excuse…”
“It’s not a phase and it’s not an excuse,”
Patrick interrupted. “You’re always talking about choice. Well,
this is my choice. This is what I am.”
“Hey, a closet is a closet no matter what you
try and call it.” The candle on the table flickered under Jake’s
“I know this isn’t what you wanted to hear,”
Patrick answered quietly. “I didn’t really expect to be saying
this. I never wanted to hurt you.”
Jake blew air through clenched lips. I never
wanted to hurt you. What a crock. The only people who ever said
that were the ones who hurt you the most.
The silence roiled in Jake’s gut. I never
wanted to hurt you. He’d used the exact same words when he’d
told his parents he was gay. I never wanted to hurt you. Look how
well that all had ended up. Maybe they’d deserved better. He
Jake pushed back his chair and stood up over his
“Whatever makes you happy,” he said finally,
and walked out into the open moonlight.
is presently writing a collection of vignettes, to be titled
Ordinary Lives. Her recent work can be found online at Prose Ax, The
Independent Mind, Orchard Press Mysteries, and The Paumanok Review.
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