More ‘Water and Dust': contempoary short m/m fiction

[jacquelineb]

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They weren’t long back in the trees when Marc realised their destination, and he smiled.

The pool lay like a bright shield, silver in the moonlight, quiet and undisturbed. So bright that they almost didn’t need the lanterns. The trees, long black fingers, stood like silhouettes against the shimmering light.

When they came to the water’s edge, Brendan put down both the lantern and the rifle. The yellow light behind the glass seemed to vanish with the brightness of the moonlit water. Brendan yanked off his boots and tossed his bathrobe aside, Marc catching his breath as the light made Brendan’s pale skin glow.

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TBC

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