Yeah I know it says Trebs but this is actually comicfan. Trebs needed to get this done and set it up before I could, so I am taking it back.

Yes August is nearly a memory but the month isn't over yet. I still have time to tempt you with some new prompts. So with no further ado, here they are.

Prompt 258 – Creative
Tag – First Line
“So you decide to tell me that now!”

Prompt 259 – Creative
Tag – Last Goodbye
The tests are conclusive. You have only six months till you go into space on a twenty year mission. It is top secret and you don’t know if you will see any of your family or friends again as this mission is an attempt to save the earth. How do you go about saying your last goodbyes?

Last week there were a few takers for the prompts. Totally attempted one of them, and while he didn't strictly adhere to the prompt the story is so worth the read. The original prompt was - It has been years since you have even thought about your first love. However they were on the news today and before you had a chance to find out why there is a knock on your front door. As you answer you find yourself face to face with them. What brought about this encounter?

Seasoned TV regular, Jeremy Cason, comes out on national television in his Good Morning America appearance. Age 27, Cason was quoted to 'have had enough of hiding his aspects of his personal life due to pressure from his manager.’ This comes in following a huge wave of celebrities…
You did it, Jeremy, I mused.
A smile tugged the corner of my lips upwards as I leaned back into the soft cushions that lined my living room couch. I watched the side-swept dark hair curl against Jeremy’s forehead, his pink lips moving quickly. His brilliant green eyes shone with unshed tears. The camera panned out to the live studio audience: handkerchiefs dabbed at watery tear ducts, as they stood up clumps at a time: in a rousing standing ovation, concluding the excerpt of the interview.
Always the performer, I chuckled.
The doorbell rang: a loud intrusive noise echoing through the house. The image on the television snapped into a white cross in the centre, the edges pulling out quickly into darkness as I pushed the button on the remote control. I shuffled over to the front door and pulled it wide open.
Brilliant green eyes met mine as I stood there, shock seizing me.
“Hey there,” he said, a shy smile spreading across his face as he averted his eyes.
“Jeremy?” I asked, incredulous.
“The one and only,” he said, a dazzling grin armed and ready.
“Don’t you save that just for the paparazzi?” I teased.
The grin pulled into a tentative smile, the one that I remembered best. His eyes fell back to his feet. I remembered this Jeremy.
A tense silence filled the space between us, as we each stood on different sides, connected only by this open open doorway in front of us.
I broached the silence jokingly, gesturing at his Porsche parked in my driveway, “You really know how to show off, don’t you?”
“Oh, that? It’s nothing,” he said, but the usual faux arrogance failed to make an appearance, “At least, nothing worth showing off.”
“So, congratulations,” I said, steering away from the beginnings of an awkward silence.
He lifted his eyes to meet mine: widened. I noticed his fingers fumbling and pinching the fabric of his branded jeans.
“On the renewal. I heard you got another season,” I continued.
His fingers stopped their repetitive motions as his shoulders visibly sunk.
“Oh that,” he said, traces of relief in his voice, “Yeah, thanks.”
I watched as his eyes darted nervously about my porch, settling on the wooden swing before bouncing off the white exterior, landing on the wooden bench before focusing on my own. His fists clenched visibly at his sides, as though the effort it took to maintain eye contact required physical force.
“Jer –" I asked.
“They figured they could milk the story line some more,” he blurted.
The pregnant pause sat heavily on our shoulders. The weight pulled at me insistently, a cold lump in my gut. I watched as determination and fear battle across Jeremy’s refined features. Something inside me broke.
I reached out my arms and curled them around his shoulders, pulling him into me, feeling his warmth through the layers of fabric: the firmness of his body against my own.
“I’m glad you’re doing well,” I said, as I held him, feeling the tension lining his muscles dissipate.
He dropped his chin onto my shoulder: the familiarity of his touch bringing forth the memory of his first successful casting.

Did it catch your attention? Do you want to read more? The rest of Totally's story can be found by going here - http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/topic/37534-prompt-257-creative/

Want to see the other response to last week's prompt? See it here - http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/topic/37533-prompt-256-creative/

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