The chase had gone on for years, his painting a mental picture of their future together, his mind’s eye seeing the traffic of tiny feet, born from their union. He’d imagined their travels across vast, romantic vistas between the rising and the setting of the sun -- exotic places over the whole of the world.
Today, was a day of death. Today, the stale breeze’s delivered words stung his ear like a bunch of killer-bees: “My girlfriend and I have started a gay rights group and are assembling the board. Would you do me the honor of serving as my deputy?”