“I’ve kissed a woman, you know,” you declare with a bit of a tremor in your voice. “It just happened. We were in an elevator. Just the two of us. We teased each other, playing hard to get. And when our lips met, it was just . . . so different from kissing a man. Her lips were like mine, but different. That kiss wasn’t about lust. It was about communion. It was beautiful.” You close your eyes for a moment. When you open them, you say, “I’ve always preferred women.”
The above is an excerpt from my short story, “Night Talk,” published in the Spring 2012 Edition of The Summerset Review. And what good hands my “Night Talk” has ended up in! I am joyful and proud, at once.
While you’re there, please check out some of the other fiction pieces and poetry selections in this edition . . . or in previous editions, for that matter. The Summerset Review is always selective and discerning, and never disappoints.
“Night Talk” is just one click away. I hope you enjoy. And hey . . . I know I’m a week or so ahead of the day for spring wishes, but . . . Happy Spring, everyone!
