Just a Game
By Gareth Vaughn
A little snow generally never stopped anyone in the Midwest, but when Colin opened the door to let Edward in, what was coming down outside was more than a little.
“Looks like the weather forecast’s wrong. Again,” said Colin.
Edward stomped his boots and shrugged off his coat. Huge flakes melted in the warmth of Colin’s little apartment, glistening as they warmed and evaporated. Colin watched Edward pull off his hat and pat his hair back into place, then looked out the window, feeling guilty. He definitely had a bit of a crush on Edward. He peered out the window through the flakes and graying sky down to the street, traffic churning up slush on the pavement, while Edward took off his boots in the old wooden chair Colin kept by the door for that purpose.
“PJ
