Flash Fiction

Hi,

Today we are going to do a bit of free writing based off the saying, Downlow. Hope you are able to let your imagination run wild with this short scene.

Have a great upcoming week.

Let your imagination soar when you read and write.

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Ten years. Long ass time. He knew what he was getting into back then. He thought he’d be able to live with it. How hard would it be to accomadate the man you love. They’d survived lots of ridicule from friends. Or he had. Kyle’s family had cursed him out when they found out half of his friends were gay. They openly told him long as he was involved with their son he had to make more apporite friends. He’d defined them, which ended up costing Kyle a two hour lecture about how he should drop him as a best friend. Best friend. Ha. If the Raven family only knew the two of them spent each night curled up in Kyle’s bed. If that wasn’t bad enough, he survived Kyle’s mother and sisters hooking him up with a massive load of women. Each time Kyle took them out. Movies. Dancing. Dinner. All the typical date spots, but he never once dated one of them for a second time. He promised they never got more than a peck on the cheek at the end of the night. Still, it pissed him off.

“Tyler.” A hand waved in his face. “Earth to Tyler.”

There was no way he could answer his lover of ten years. Not then. If he d id he might say something he’d regret. His fist ached from having them balled up so tight. If he released them he might deck Kyle. Not something he’d resort to. He wasn’t a batter. Never had been. He just needed some time to . . . Who the fuck was he kidding? Himself? Kyle? Both. Kyle knew how he would respond, that’s why he waited until now to drop the bomb on him. There was little he could do. The act would take place in two days time. He would be . . . No he wouldn’t.

“Fuck your down low lifestyle.” Tyler heaved and walked to the room he stored his clothes in so that Kyle’s family never seen one of his possession in Tyler’s room when and if they came snooping.

“Tyler, you have to understand. You knew this day would - -“

“Do not tell me I knew this day was coming.” He snatched a duffle from his pretend closest. “You promised when we moved in together.” He yanked open the bottom drawer and threw in five or six pair of boxers. “I will not be degraded to a hidden lover for you while you play husband to some women you declare your love to in front of your family and their fucking friends.” He threw some shirts in the bag. “That is going way . . . I will not live a life in such a . . .” There was no words for what type of life Tyler was asking him to live. He walked over to his closest and extracted two or three of his work suit. “I won’t do it. You should have known how I would react.” He picked up his cell phone and scrolled through the contact, stopping on his brother’s name. “That is why you waited until two days before you wedding.” He pressed send. He quickly asked his brother if he could stay with him for a bit. Didn’t explain. Not then. He’d break down if he had to. That’s why he had chosen his brother. He knew the man would agree and let him wait until he was ready to explain. He hung up the phone. “I will be back in two days,” while you are getting married. “and get my stuff.”

Tyler shoved Kyle aside when he blocked his path. Not hard enough to make him fall, or hit any furniture. Simply enough to get an exit route. He didn’t say anything else. He walked with his head high and water stinging his eyes. He listened as Kyle begged and pleaded for him to understand. As he shut the door he leaned his back against it, dragging in a deep breath as he heard something shatter against the door. He waited to hear a second one, when it didn’t come he marched to the elevator and left his lover of ten years to live his life as his family wanted.