If it wasn’t for you guys I might have never felt this joy of feeling like I belong someplace. I just wanted to take a moment and thank everyone for the good wishes, for buying the books and just plain being there for me. The love that I get, every ‘hug’ ‘kiss’ or “Love you!” I feel it and I hope you guys feel it too, and my keeping on writing is a sign of that. It touched me the first time someone said it, and its still the same. I couldn’t believe a character that I created in my head, and who spoke to me could actually started talking to so many people out there. What mattered was the ones who kept coming up to me to tell me how they felt Aaron’s pain, or how they were rooting for him. Writing might have been one of those stupidities, and it may have further alienated me from the people with whom I never seemed to fit in, but I never really cared about that. And all these lives, they’re filled with stupid memories of broken promises and even some unbelievably grand gestures that I never thought I deserved.

I don’t feel like I’ve lived just one life, I always feel like I’ve lived too many. “Not unless they want to get gang-raped by a bunch of angry queens led by Tim Gunn.” “Not in those outfits,” he says, as we walk towards the coffee shop across the street. “The ugly mannequins aren’t going anywhere.” I mean, that is if you’re not too busy looking at ugly mannequins.” “If you want to get food or coffee or something. It’s just a stupid laugh, but the way his face lights up from it, I just can’t look away. “Yeah I suppose the Canary yellow pants take the cake.” “The moustaches don’t even begin to capture the ludicrous essence of this atrocity they’re passing off as a window display.”

He’s wearing glasses that make him look nerdy. He’s cute, a little overweight but incredibly attractive. “What is up with those moustaches,” he says, and I turn to look at him. I don’t know who the shop owners are trying to lure with that kind of advertising. The three mannequins stood by the shop window, and frankly they were the three most ridiculous looking mannequins ever designed in the history of the fashion. Started a Flash Fiction group with Lisa Henry and JA Rock just for fun and this was the first prompt:

The Prisoner by Kol Anderson