100 Words: Prompt- Thaw
When the temperature rises, whether due to seasonal swap, climate change or long, lingering looks after too much time spent apart, it brings condensation. Tiny droplets run down the back of Charlie’s neck, under his shirt collar. The new, soft, brotherly touches each need to be analyzed and cataloged against a sliding scale. When the temperature rises it brings a melt, just a little, a shrinking around the edges of the great static river between him and Don, a trickling of water, a brush of lips and then something cracks inside him and what was once frozen flows terribly forth.