A Short Love Story

It was almost as if David was watching from someplace other than his own body. He looked up and met Terrell’s eyes which seemed moist and full of love. Not hatred or rage, just love.

Terrell saw him in the tall grass about 200 yards upwind drinking from a small creek. The air was soft and warm, with blue skies that were too bright to look at directly. The sun’s intensity made the colors especially bright, and there was green jungle all around except for a few patches of dark brown earth and the crystal blue of the stream where David was drinking. Continue reading “A Short Love Story”