It’s possible I found another flash fiction group, Monday Flash Fics. I don’t imagine I’ll often manage both Mondays and Fridays, but the Monday pic just posted was so perfect for two of the characters in my Village novella project that I couldn’t help myself.
Caleb yawned. After a long day photographing animals for Furever’s rescue program, he’d finished cropping and retouching any obvious problems. The photos finished uploading to the shared folder. Justin and Mat would put them together for the new website, and then the rescue program would be ready to go.
Caleb yawned again, and eyed his bed.
How many people had he made eye contact with today? Too many. But he couldn’t stay awake forever. He brushed his teeth and stripped down to his boxers. Crawling into bed, he set his alarm and exhaled.
Just like every night, Caleb looked up at the ceiling and asked the usual.
Nothing awful, please.
Caleb closed his eyes.
Justin and Gabe were married. It was a gorgeous day, they looked amazing, and the light was perfect. Caleb couldn’t help it, he always thought with a photographer’s eye.
Even when the eyes he was using weren’t his.
He half-heartedly hunted for clues, but didn’t find any. Sometimes he’d glimpse a newspaper, or whoever he was checked their phone, but not right now. Someone was giving a speech—Marion, he thought, just a second before his head turned and she came into view, proving him right. The older woman looked much the same as when he’d seen her in the park that afternoon, only now she wore a gorgeous peach suit and held up a glass of champagne.
“I’m going to let you in on a secret,” Marion said, with a tiny smile. “These two? Only got together because of me.”
Whoever’s point of view it was that Caleb was enjoying stole a glance at the grooms. Justin leaned in and whispered something in Gabe’s ear, and Gabe laughed. Just for a second, Justin leaned his forehead against Gabe’s, and they both closed their eyes as Marion described how a flustered Gabe had needed a push to even introduce himself to Justin—a push she’d been happy to provide. Both men laughed.
The alarm woke him. Caleb stretched.
Thank you, he thought, eyeing the ceiling. As futures went, that had been a lovely one to glimpse.
He was the last one to their small office. Justin leaned over Mat’s shoulder, pointing at something on the screen.
“Good morning,” Justin said, when Caleb came in. “You were up late.”
“These are great.” Mat nodded to his computer. “Furever is going to run out of animals.”
“We can hope.” Caleb lifted a paper bag. “I stopped at Sweet Temptations.”
“I love you,” Justin said.
“Don’t let Gabe hear you say that,” Mat said.
Caleb glanced down. “How are you guys doing?”
“Great.” Justin grinned. Then it faltered. “Too great?”
“Oh my God,” Mat said. “Why can’t you enjoy a good thing?”
“It’s just…” Justin blew out a breath. “It’s new. I shouldn’t jinx it.”
“What?” Justin said.
“Nothing. But, I think you two are good for the long run. Didn’t Marion introduce you?”
Justin blinked. “Sort of. How’d you know?”
“I heard it somewhere.”