Comet Light Over Us
My name is Jared, I'm sixty-two years old, and last August I did something completely out of character.
Stories in Gay Male tagged warm and nostalgic, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 17 to 22 minutes. Writers to know: Tawny Key, Brass Study and Wren Crossing. Readers usually start with “Comet Light Over Us” and “The Wrong Trail”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
My name is Jared, I'm sixty-two years old, and last August I did something completely out of character.
Nelson Duncan was sixty-four years old and his knee had strong opinions about the Swiss Alps before he even got out of the rental car.
The call came in at four in the afternoon, right when the rain went from steady to stupid.
I've been going to storage auctions for six years now.
Preston had been at his desk since six in the morning, and by nine that night the words on his screen had stopped meaning anything.
The house lacked air conditioning, and the temperature made its feelings known.
It's been a year now, and I still can't get through the whole thing in my head without stopping somewhere around the balcony.
The email came in while I was sitting in my rental car outside the hotel, eating a gas station granola bar for dinner because I'd skipped…
I parked my Corolla in the same spot I'd used for two years and sat there for a minute with the engine off.
The server light blinks green every four seconds.
Ezra Chalmers was thirty-two years old, and he had never once done anything interesting on a Thursday...
The permit desk at Red Rock Ridge County Park is not usually busy on a Friday.
I was wiping sweat off my forehead with the back of my wrist for maybe the hundredth time that afternoon.
The spider plant was dead.
Rudy Gerrard had nobody to blame but himself.
Ben had been on the force for six years, and in that time he had learned that most noise complaints came from neighbors who hated each…