To Make a Long Story Short
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I was experimenting with how much story I could tell in as few words as possible since I’m typing one handed at the moment. Since I don’t do haiku, this one comes in at 441 words.
After Muldoon had been nailed, after the paperwork (more than one tree died for that bastard), after the trial (which was practically biblical), after the sentencing (life in a maximum security prison in solitary without parole, which almost made up for the trees, but didn’t come close to making up for what he did to Fraser’s mom), I had spent so much time in Canada that I decided to stay.
It wasn’t a hard decision. Fraser finally drummed up the courage to tell me he loved me. My - umm - enthusiastic response to the announcement left no doubt in Fraser’s mind that the feeling was mutual (Fraser sat on his hip for a week). So really, I didn’t even consider returning to Chicago.
The decision to stay was the easy part. Passing the word to everyone in Chicago - that was gonna be hard. I had to come up with a likely cover story, ‘cause no one was going to believe that two men going on a quest that would endanger their lives in wildly bizarre ways were spending six months huddled in a tent playing dominoes.
I tried a couple out on Fraser - I thought some of them were pretty creative. Yeah, the one about the top secret mission to infiltrate a rogue band of caribou herders was pretty lame, and Fraser explained that tracking the migration routes of the rare Northern Arctic royal penguin was a task for trained naturalists, or, more likely, science fiction writers. Still, I liked the one I finally came up with. And it only took six days for me to talk Fraser into lying to our family and friends. He was disappointed, but I think he understood.
So three months of legal bullshit, one weekend of great sex, six days of convincing which also included great sex (hey, never underestimate the value of a perfectly timed blowjob - at one point I could have convinced Ben to invade London and kidnap the Queen), and I finally found myself standing in Inuvik’s post office with telephone in hand.
I think it took forever for Mom and Dad to pick up the phone. and every time the phone rang, I thought about Fraser, about how much I loved him, about how much he loved me. And I finally realized he loved me enough to lie for me, and I loved him enough not to. So When Mom got Dad on the phone, I told them I was in love, and I was staying in Canada. Yeah, it hurt when they hung up on me, but that’s OK. I’ve disappointed them before. I promised myself I’d never disappoint Ben again.
After Muldoon had been nailed, after the paperwork (more than one tree died for that bastard), after the trial (which was practically biblical), after the sentencing (life in a maximum security prison in solitary without parole, which almost made up for the trees, but didn’t come close to making up for what he did to Fraser’s mom), I had spent so much time in Canada that I decided to stay.
It wasn’t a hard decision. Fraser finally drummed up the courage to tell me he loved me. My - umm - enthusiastic response to the announcement left no doubt in Fraser’s mind that the feeling was mutual (Fraser sat on his hip for a week). So really, I didn’t even consider returning to Chicago.
The decision to stay was the easy part. Passing the word to everyone in Chicago - that was gonna be hard. I had to come up with a likely cover story, ‘cause no one was going to believe that two men going on a quest that would endanger their lives in wildly bizarre ways were spending six months huddled in a tent playing dominoes.
I tried a couple out on Fraser - I thought some of them were pretty creative. Yeah, the one about the top secret mission to infiltrate a rogue band of caribou herders was pretty lame, and Fraser explained that tracking the migration routes of the rare Northern Arctic royal penguin was a task for trained naturalists, or, more likely, science fiction writers. Still, I liked the one I finally came up with. And it only took six days for me to talk Fraser into lying to our family and friends. He was disappointed, but I think he understood.
So three months of legal bullshit, one weekend of great sex, six days of convincing which also included great sex (hey, never underestimate the value of a perfectly timed blowjob - at one point I could have convinced Ben to invade London and kidnap the Queen), and I finally found myself standing in Inuvik’s post office with telephone in hand.
I think it took forever for Mom and Dad to pick up the phone. and every time the phone rang, I thought about Fraser, about how much I loved him, about how much he loved me. And I finally realized he loved me enough to lie for me, and I loved him enough not to. So When Mom got Dad on the phone, I told them I was in love, and I was staying in Canada. Yeah, it hurt when they hung up on me, but that’s OK. I’ve disappointed them before. I promised myself I’d never disappoint Ben again.
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Date: 2003-08-23 05:10 am (UTC)That line made me sniffle. This was great. Thanks.
-mercy
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Date: 2003-08-23 10:01 am (UTC)::snerk::
And the ending? *sadhappysigh* A story about lies ends with a lesson on the value of truth. Nice.
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Date: 2003-08-23 02:12 pm (UTC)that's a lot of power to have over someone...
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Date: 2003-08-23 02:15 pm (UTC)i may return to this someday and make it back into an epic, but i'm glad it works as is.
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Date: 2003-08-23 02:20 pm (UTC)thanks!
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Date: 2003-08-25 12:33 pm (UTC)Well done.
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Date: 2003-08-29 12:37 am (UTC)the parenthetical asides were level 2 outline structures. all that good catholic education and i'm using it to outline man on man porn - i can hear the nuns spinning from here!