Second Chances
“Give me your hands, if we be friends…”
The words echoed in Edmund’s mind like boot heels on a cobbled street as he followed Phil backstage. In the closeness of the darkened theater, the image of the golden boy who had played Puck in tonight’s production of the Bard’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream rose unbidden before him—burnished curls once carefree and full now cropped tight around that angelic face, full lips that wanted to curve into a smile on their own accord, indigo eyes that Edmund felt pierce his soul from his balcony seat. When Phil had mentioned the theater troupe with whom his fiancé occasionally performed, Edmund never imagined he would find Jonas Mendel here, all these years later.
How long ago had it been? Three years…three long, lonely years since the war ha
