Monday, November 5, 2012
Spark
Shane peered out the window into the night. The candles on each table
cast a warm glow behind him—filling the restaurant and illuminating
the small cluster of faces as they waited.
He’d been planning his best friend’s engagement party for weeks. He’d
been in many weddings, but this was the first that made him believe he
might marry the man he loved.
Ten minutes later, the expected men arrived, hand in hand.
Congratulations and conversing. Dinner. Drinks. Toasts. Clink of
glass. Cake.
As they walked away, Shane looked at his love, cleaning up the
celebration’s remains. Maybe one day.
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