Gary’s gasping two-hand tap against the wall earned second place in the breaststroke. Pete had even 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 with a beloved’s betrayal.
“You’re sure? My heart…feels so damned broken.” A lump choked his every word.
“Mine, too.” Gary pushed his hair back. “But we’ll be two thousand miles apart.”
Pete laid in the tall grass behind the pool. Silver-voiced male cicadas polished their mating song in desperation, chanting for their miracles.
Love the image of the cicadas, “chanting for their miracles”