Worth 50,000: Day Eleven - Evil and a Heathen

[momebie]

It's Friday morning, and those of you with desk jobs know what that means. One more walk across the hot coals before the weekend! (Not colas, as I just typed. Though some book at Joann's the other day tried to convince me to drink warmed Dr. Pepper. Igh.) There are often a lot of paths to freedom. Not the big, all encompassing Freedom that Veteran's Day reminds us of, but the smaller, quiet freedoms that are the first steps in our voyage to becoming who we want to be. Trouble is, there are just as many versions of that freedom as there are people in the world, and sometimes it's hard to know if what we're heading towards is the right one. But there's good news, too. Even if you make it to the wrong one, there's no one saying you have to stay there. You may have to traipse back across the embers to find your path again, but it'll be worth it, right?


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Brian didn’t really consider himself a romantic person and nostalgia wasn’t going to do him any favors now, but he could remember the light of the fireflies in the summers of his youth. Would go outside on the porch, alone, and spend hours trying not to think about how lonely he was.

He had his team, had his family but didn’t really have anyone that was really his. He had read a lot of books where someone would have a best friend, someone to just be himself with, and he had wanted that so bad. Was so lonely that he would cry, surrounded by the bright lights of the fireflies, until it got too late and his mother would call him in to go to bed.

The feeling of melancholy he always got around summertime faded once he had met Jeff. Or, should he say, when Jeff unabashedly adopted Brian as his instant best friend, no questions asked. They had been together in one form or another, best friends, boyfriends, lovers, husbands, ever since. Had sat outside on their own porch, with their own kids, watching the fireflies and Brian was happy.