Gray Day
Some things they just don't talk about. 100 words, all audiences, not mine.
James planned to spend the day in, but when he answers the knock on the door, Alec is standing there. He's got a scrape on one cheekbone and a cut on his chin.
"Got done early," he says. "I wondered if you wanted to go round to the pub."
What, James wonders, does Alec want to forget? But that's not a conversation either of them wants to have.
Instead, he grabs a jacket; they head out into the fog. They don't say anything, but they don't need to; years together, in the field and in bed, have made words superfluous.
James planned to spend the day in, but when he answers the knock on the door, Alec is standing there. He's got a scrape on one cheekbone and a cut on his chin.
"Got done early," he says. "I wondered if you wanted to go round to the pub."
What, James wonders, does Alec want to forget? But that's not a conversation either of them wants to have.
Instead, he grabs a jacket; they head out into the fog. They don't say anything, but they don't need to; years together, in the field and in bed, have made words superfluous.