David stared mournfully into his bathroom mirror on the Monday after the weekend that never was. He looked and felt much older than just the one extra year. He hadn’t slept despite feeling dog tired. The image staring back at him was of a man who wasn’t worthy of being told that he was loved. Even though he’d confessed it to his partner not just once, but on several occasions. Each time Bud had either kissed him, hugged him, or spoken some platitude which now seemed empty and worthless. The man in the mirror didn’t deserve a get-away break in a tourist resort with his lover. He was just a tired, wrinkled up has-been who quite rightly had been tossed into the trash.
David made the effort to shave, brush his teeth and go through the familiar and comforting rituals of getting ready for schoo
