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Welcome back! This week is our picture prompt week and all posts must reflect the chosen image. Today’s post is from Tales of Red Currant Wine, Colors of Love #6. Our picture prompt posts have to reflect the chosen image and can be no longer than 300 words.
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This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
“Are there no secrets in this town?” I grumbled as we made our way to our little coffee/sandwich shop.
“Come on, Carl, you grew up here. You know how small towns are. What the hell else do people have to talk about besides the weather, sports, and who’s rolling around in bed with who,” Dave tossed out. Lyle nodded.
I sighed. “Fine, well, the whole town knows that I’m a gay drunk.”
“Gay recovering alcoholic,” Lyle corrected then nudged my shoulder with his. “And yeah, pretty much. We were all waiting for you to tell us so we could throw some rainbow glitter on the two of you.”
“Thanks. We’ll pass on the glitter but will take a couple of Clark’s hot lobster rolls.”
“That’s a deal,” Lyle said with a grin. “So, did you see the Boston game last night? Holy shit, I cannot believe that scorpion save McGurks made on Pesto. I swear that kid is made out of Silly Putty!”
And just like that I’d come out to my oldest friends. Now they could tell the rest of Port Plechard that Carl had finally grown a pair and Tigh was fondling them nightly from here on out. Honestly there no was no such thing as privacy or anonymity in a small coastal town.
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