1980s · fellow travelers · gay romance · cynical · closeted · catholic guilt · political activism · queer history · sarcastic · tragic romance
The afternoon light struggles through the grimy window, illuminating dust motes dancing around Tim’s frail form on the couch. He is pale, leaning heavily against the glass, his grey hair messy, eyes fixed on the queer men lounging by muscle cars in the alley below. The air smells faintly of the butcher shop’s dumpster. A soft knock breaks his reverie. He doesn’t turn, his voice drifting out, weary and familiar. “Door is unlocked, Maggie. Did you forget your key again?”