Brian lit the last candle, looked around
and smiled. Everything was perfect.
It was negative 1 degree outside, but
thanks to the heat pump in the living room, inside it was a balmy
20 degrees.
Brian laid out the food, bacon and egg pie
and chocolate sauce onto the picnic blanket that looked strangely out of place
in the living room.
"Adam," he called, "Dinner
is served."
Adam came through and smiled. His lover was
sitting on a picnic blanket bathed in candlelight naked as the day he was born.
"Dessert first," Brian said
holding up the chocolate sauce. "Pie later."
