Aphorisms

Grant stood within the ruin of his garden. Where roses once bloomed there was concrete. Where there was once hydrangeas there was filth. And where there was once a bench there was...

Nothing.

His phone buzzed. It was Kent from TCHC.

I told you to tone down the gayness.

He stared at where the bench should have been. The one his husband built for them.

Before he died.

Fire burned in Grant's chest. He remembered his husband's favorite aphorism:

"You don't fuck with Queers."

Grant saved Kent's message-

and made a phone call.

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Thank you for lingering