Short story: Love Story #42. Alejandra's mixed heritage haunts her. Merri's perfect girl image goes south when she starts liking girls. Fast friends, they are each other's North Pole, until life gets complicated and they go different directions after a situation just as they graduate college. Now adults, being briefly back in the same orbit in their hometown is awkward but familiar. Will the old issues still plague them? Has time smoothed their troubles? Can they find a mutual path forward? Slice of life story, with queer romantic tones.Sample from Love Story #42:"So what have you been up to?" determined to make good use of them being in the same place."I ended up a paralegal. A lot of the perks, without the JD debt.""I can see it," glancing over, "I wouldn't want to go up against that mind!""Bullshit! You are way smarter than me!""No," Merri says, turning a little serious, placing a hand on the other's wrist, "I'm not. Never have been. You just don't see yourself that way."Pulse thumping, Alex considers her options. Pick up the gauntlet, risk opening old wounds? Let it go, have a pleasant drink and move on? As she ponders, her eyes catch a glimpse of the hand, a scar across the back, one that runs half way down the thumb, then up her arm. "Jesus," feeling faint.Pulling her arm back, "it's fine now." Finding the human condition and our antics endlessly fascinating, I tend to write 'slice of life' pieces about moments, situations, interactions, personalities – most often with some amount of humor or irony, always with wonder. The subject or subjects are frequently lgbtq, w/w, to the degree it matters, since people are people, stories are stories.
