Chapter 27The time approached. Josh lay on his bed. Steve sat on a chair nearby, fresh from another cold shower. One of many he’d said. Undressed and prepared, Josh waited. No discussion, too distracted, his mind drifted, but eyes remained fixed on Steve and the old picture beside him.
Lightning flashed behind the curtains that faced the mountain, where storm clouds often grew this time of year, or maybe someone flashed their brights on the street. A distant rumble of thunder rolled by barely audible, or was it his imagination? It could have been a passing car.
Stormy that day, too, when he took this picture that sat on the bureau beside Steve, the winds had picked up. Sailing near the gulf with that boy he might have loved, he himself was but a boy then. They’d barely survived the storm
