How to Survive Love
Seven Dark Tales of Gay Love
Fiction & Literature, Anthologies, LGBT, Gay, Romance
| Author: | Barry Lowe | ISBN: | 9781911478171 |
| Publisher: | Lydian Press | Publication: | June 5, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Barry Lowe |
| ISBN: | 9781911478171 |
| Publisher: | Lydian Press |
| Publication: | June 5, 2017 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Sometimes, love makes the world go pear-shaped.
Love is supposed to make the world go round, but some people never experience the joy of love, romantic or erotic, while others endure it unrequited. Sometimes, love makes a triangle, or it’s square, or it goes just plain pear-shaped. This collection of short fiction explores the darker side of love and how people come to terms with its loss or its ephemeral nature.
Excerpt
Feliix Storemont was late. Not fashionably late which would have been shrugged off as forgivably eccentric in someone of Feliix's stature, but rather late enough that it revealed his total disregard for the niceties of social convention. Of course, anyone who knew him really well, and there were scant few of those, knew of his abhorrence of things conventional.
The sycophants, confident of their position in the hierarchy, were occupied with the more important (to them) question as to the identity of the dedicatee of the lavishly illustrated historical overview of Feliix's career, the first print run having sold out before a single copy had rolled off the presses. Security had been so fortress-like no one had an inkling of the recipient of Feliix's largesse.
Udi was the one person in the room who had any reason to expect the honor and he, of all people, anticipated it least. His expectations, feeble as they were, were based on a long ago, and long forgotten, he suspected, expedient promise of Feliix's, before the advent of fame and fortune, that he would dedicate a book of his major photographic works to him.
But that had been almost thirty years ago.
Back then, newly employed Feliix had swanned into the Customer Service department of the major mail order book club where Udi worked. That he was good looking in a Mediterranean way appealed to the exotic in the women, and that he was slightly effete assuaged the heterosexual competitiveness in the men. Plus he had buckets of charm.
di, the oldest member of staff at 30, was nominated to familiarize the new employee with office procedures so they spent much of the first week together discussing protocol and by the time that subject was exhausted, felt so comfortable with each other they progressed to exchanging aspirations and secret longings. Within two weeks of Feliix’s employment Udi was following him about like a smug puppy and most people assumed they were having a relationship.
They were not. Udi was much too insignificant for Feliix’s to turn his sticky web-like charm on. Still, Udi put in hours at the library and art book stores sponging up information so he could be an intelligent sounding board for Feliix’s abiding passion in photography, and so he could discuss intelligently the volumes of male nudes which Feliix studied for texture, lighting, skin tones and, when he allowed himself, the odd humungous dick.
It was inevitable then, Udi would buy Feliix his first camera. They were passing a pawnshop whose window was cluttered with the debris of unpaid bills when Feliix stopped suddenly. “I’m in love,” he sighed.
Now love was not a word much in vogue in Feliix’s vocabulary, in fact, Udi realized this was the first time he had heard his friend utter it. The object of Feliix’s passion: a Pentax SF7 with zoom.
Knowing he could never be the object of Feliix’s love himself, Udi compensated by spending two week’s wages purchasing the object of Feliix’s fickle affection.
“There are only two things worth having in this life,” Feliix said as he fondled his new camera and then paused for an effect Udi knew better than to interrupt. “Money. And Sex.” Another long pause as he held the camera to the sky. “And I fully intend to have more of both than I can possible use. You, my beauty, will be the instrument that will bring them both to me.”
Sometimes, love makes the world go pear-shaped.
Love is supposed to make the world go round, but some people never experience the joy of love, romantic or erotic, while others endure it unrequited. Sometimes, love makes a triangle, or it’s square, or it goes just plain pear-shaped. This collection of short fiction explores the darker side of love and how people come to terms with its loss or its ephemeral nature.
Excerpt
Feliix Storemont was late. Not fashionably late which would have been shrugged off as forgivably eccentric in someone of Feliix's stature, but rather late enough that it revealed his total disregard for the niceties of social convention. Of course, anyone who knew him really well, and there were scant few of those, knew of his abhorrence of things conventional.
The sycophants, confident of their position in the hierarchy, were occupied with the more important (to them) question as to the identity of the dedicatee of the lavishly illustrated historical overview of Feliix's career, the first print run having sold out before a single copy had rolled off the presses. Security had been so fortress-like no one had an inkling of the recipient of Feliix's largesse.
Udi was the one person in the room who had any reason to expect the honor and he, of all people, anticipated it least. His expectations, feeble as they were, were based on a long ago, and long forgotten, he suspected, expedient promise of Feliix's, before the advent of fame and fortune, that he would dedicate a book of his major photographic works to him.
But that had been almost thirty years ago.
Back then, newly employed Feliix had swanned into the Customer Service department of the major mail order book club where Udi worked. That he was good looking in a Mediterranean way appealed to the exotic in the women, and that he was slightly effete assuaged the heterosexual competitiveness in the men. Plus he had buckets of charm.
di, the oldest member of staff at 30, was nominated to familiarize the new employee with office procedures so they spent much of the first week together discussing protocol and by the time that subject was exhausted, felt so comfortable with each other they progressed to exchanging aspirations and secret longings. Within two weeks of Feliix’s employment Udi was following him about like a smug puppy and most people assumed they were having a relationship.
They were not. Udi was much too insignificant for Feliix’s to turn his sticky web-like charm on. Still, Udi put in hours at the library and art book stores sponging up information so he could be an intelligent sounding board for Feliix’s abiding passion in photography, and so he could discuss intelligently the volumes of male nudes which Feliix studied for texture, lighting, skin tones and, when he allowed himself, the odd humungous dick.
It was inevitable then, Udi would buy Feliix his first camera. They were passing a pawnshop whose window was cluttered with the debris of unpaid bills when Feliix stopped suddenly. “I’m in love,” he sighed.
Now love was not a word much in vogue in Feliix’s vocabulary, in fact, Udi realized this was the first time he had heard his friend utter it. The object of Feliix’s passion: a Pentax SF7 with zoom.
Knowing he could never be the object of Feliix’s love himself, Udi compensated by spending two week’s wages purchasing the object of Feliix’s fickle affection.
“There are only two things worth having in this life,” Feliix said as he fondled his new camera and then paused for an effect Udi knew better than to interrupt. “Money. And Sex.” Another long pause as he held the camera to the sky. “And I fully intend to have more of both than I can possible use. You, my beauty, will be the instrument that will bring them both to me.”
