Mirror, Mirror

It isn’t going to happen to Dave Fleming. No way. He isn’t going to end up growing old. He has this aging thing beat. He works out, eats healthy, takes all the right supplements. As a result, he’s a handsome man, with a killer body, and it’s going to stay that way. But it doesn’t work. Though he’s done his best to swim upstream, Dave is swept steadily along to senior citizenship along with everyone else. In the process, he passed up chances for love. Now here he is, in his twilight years and alone, sharing his life with his faithful Labrador. One night as Dave stands before his bathroom mirror getting ready for bed, he bemoans the fact that he was so absorbed in the physical that he’d let love pass him by. He stares at his reflection in the mirror and wishes he could go back, be young again, and experience it all once more, even for just a short time. Maybe he’d even find love. If Dave gets his chance, will he take advantage of it and make his wish come true?

Terry O'Reilly · LGBT+

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Chapter 12

There was a general murmur of protest at this bland idea. “Been there, done that,” Bob said. “Next idea!”

“Well?” Nick asked, an edge of impatience in his voice.

“Uh—how about charades?” Lee offered.

The group laughed.

“You’re kidding, of course,” Bob said.

“Well, no, he’s not. I think it’s a great idea. We all like charades. Played it lots of times,” Dave said, defending Lee’s suggestion.

“Yeah, but tonight…” Jim said, looking crestfallen. Then he brightened. “But I’d be up for it if we make it naked charades!”

There was a general expression of animated acceptance for Jim’s addendum from the four elder members of the group.

“You know it’s getting late, and my dog’s been alone all day. I should really be going,” Lee said. “I’m going to just hail an Uber.” He gave Dave a knowing glance.

Dave picked up Lee’s innuendo. “No need for that,” said with relief that Lee had come up with a solution. “Cleo needs to go out, too. Why don’t I give you a lift?”

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