Cheryl Anne Gardner at Gay Flash Fiction — Candlelight Vigils


He crept down the clanking steel, whipping the bare skin of his calf with the leather belt on his trench coat each step he took. “Therapy,” he kept telling himself as he counted the steps, and would, maybe later, count the strike marks left upon his skin; though in the daylight, the red never looked red enough, never felt deep enough. His vision of life as he knew it had become a tatty film reel – black and white – silent and uncut – click, click, clicking off in the periphery like someone else’s memories. Come experience the memories of a man who could never be who he was in Candlelight Vigils now featured at Gay Flash Fiction.


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