Love letter from prison

The letter begins: my darling John, I love u.  That ‘u’ put me off and I remained unmoved throughout its two pages, probably because the sexual feeling I felt while he was here last time on day release was his, on analogy with the feeling of not being able to face ‘him’ I picked up from Matt and assumed was mine.  That’s the only way I can explain my relative indifference while staying stuck in this relationship with John.  Greg said not to dump him, I didn’t have sex with the twenty-five year old.  He meant Matt.  That was emotional! I protested but it was over though who can tell?  I thought the fling was over, yet here he is, an overenthusiastic convert to gay love, as he calls it.  He means sex.  

Matt’s back.  I hit him over the head with the prison letter.  “Ouch!” he said, pleased.

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About johnbrucecairns

I'm a retired history teacher who's written for most of his life with a book readied for publication.
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