I know this may seem like a story you've read before... but Graeme has a way of bringing emotions to life that you can't help but absorb and follow as if they were your emotions and your choices. Don't pass up this short story if you ignored the comments by Wildone featured on Monday's featured blog post or this excerpt tidbit! 

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Two young men wandered along a dark and quiet wooded trail. The one in a hunter’s jacket was using a small flashlight to show the way, because the moonlight barely filtered through to ground level. The other, wearing a designer sweater, was walking at his side.

As they entered a small clearing, the second man stopped. “Scott, wait a minute.”

“What is it? Did you lose something?”

Rory Johnston grinned. “In a way, yes.” He glanced around the clearing and, seeing nothing in the darkness, pulled his friend into an embrace. “But I’ve found him again.”

Scott Handler laughed lightly. “Yeah, it’s good having you home again.” He reached behind Rory’s head and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

When they stopped for air, Rory pulled back. “That’s the problem. This isn’t home anymore. Massachusetts is home now. After four years away at college, I can’t call Greenwood home. I no longer fit in. And I don’t want it to be your home anymore, either.”

Scott frowned. “What are you trying to say?”

“I start work as a web developer in a couple of weeks. I’ll be earning enough to handle a small apartment. It’s going to be tight, but I want you with me. Come home with me, Scott. We’ve been apart for too long.”

Scott turned away and took a step toward the edge of the clearing, then looked back. “Rory, I can’t. I have to stay. This is my place.”

“This hole? What’s keeping you here? I’ve been waiting a long time for this. I could’ve finished my degree earlier, but I didn’t want to take summer classes. I always had to come back, just to see you. There’s nothing in Greenwood for me, other than you. Now that I can afford it, I want you to come with me, to make a life together. Isn’t that what we said we’d do?”

Scott flinched. “Yeah, we did, but now I can’t. I’m sorry, but I can’t leave.”

“Why?” Rory’s plaintive cry prompted Scott to move back to him.

 

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