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(150 words) Mickey Mouse Club

“How nice and old fashioned! You have an admirer!” said the bartender, placing an icy beer mug in front of him. “The muscle boy in the red t-shirt in back,” mumbled the bartender. He lifted the glass gently, motioning a “cheers” to the man in the back of the bar. “Do strange muscle boys send you beers all the time?” said his friend next to him at the bar. “Can I help it if the boys need Daddy?” “Revolting. You know a boy that age barely knows what gay is.  He is not prepared for that dungeon of yours and sling of the ages. You’ll scar the poor thing for life.” “Softball players are remarkably resilient stock,” he replied with a sly smile. The chatter continued until the softball player and his friends moved towards them. “Don’t look now but the Mickey Mouse Club is coming to pay a visit.” They arrived and the older man got up from his seat and gave the boy in the red shirt a strong hug. “So you know each other already? So he’s been in the chamber of horrors and screamed out for Daddy?” said his bar mate. “Richard, meet my nephew Bryant. Bryant, Richard. Richard is bitter; you’ll get used to it.”
51iUIsmiKyL._AA160_ This post is an excerpt from my book “Brief Moments: a collection of short stories” available on in paperback & Kindle eBook.