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Blue Sky

Blue Sky

Author:Emery C. Walters

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Realistic Urban

Introduction
It's Sky Morgan's 22nd birthday. He's unemployed and just had an awkward dinner with his dad. There wasn't even any cake, and Sky loves cake. Angry and morose, he decides to go out for a drink and randomly chooses the Grotto, a nearby gay bar.<br><br>The Grotto's clientele is different from the rest of society in more ways than one. However, they are very kind to Sky. He has a most comforting chat with Everest, an old drag queen, who is the first person ever to understand how awkward family can be. And then she introduces Sky to Slade, a mysterious and attractive young man. The chemistry between them is instant.<br><br>But is Slade a young man? He's more different than just being gay. Just how different, Sky finds out during daylight hours far below ground. As Sky's feelings towards his new friend mount, he learns they have more in common than he could possibly imagine.
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Sky Harbor Airport, Phoenix, Arizona. August. Twenty-two years before, his mother had given birth right there, in the lobby; the plane she was on having had to make an emergency landing. He was delivered ten minutes after she had been rolled off the airplane. Considering she’d had three drinks in the last hour alone, she was feeling no pain when she was handed the baby and named him Sky

She’d been hoping for a girl.

And then, to make matters worse, his father had insisted his middle name be Aberthol, which unknown to his mother, meant sacrificein Welsh. And sacrifice it was, for his father had been intending to leave his wife, but because of the baby, he decided to stay. In the long run, he ended up raising Sky by himself, as his mother drank herself into an early death. Sky had no memory of her at all. His father was one of those parents who, like everyone else, did the best he could.

Anyhow, it was his birthday, he was job hunting with no luck, fresh out of college, and had just had dinner with his dad and his dad’s latest girlfriend who was an illegal immigrant from Guatemala, and now he had heartburn. As he climbed into his car, his beat up old car that had been old when he’d gotten it five years before, he asked his phone to find him a gay bar. “There are at least twenty,” it answered. “What kind do you want?”

It’s my birthday, and I’m talking to my phone. “One with men. And booze. Nearby. Go!”

“You sound angry. Are you angry at me?” his phone asked. “Because I’m not programmed to respond to anger.”

“Fuck you,” Sky shouted, realizing too late that his windows were open. They were stuck open, actually. Since the air conditioning didn’t work anyhow, it didn’t matter. Except, it was usually a hundred and ten degrees out during the day lately. While he was job hunting. In a suit and tie.

“The Grotto is the closest gay bar. It’s run by a transsexual woman named Renee…” Here Sky interrupted Siri. “Directions to the Grotto, please,” he said, adding under his breath, “bitch.”

“Turn right at the next street, and then left eight blocks later. It will be on your right side. I cannot find any listing for bitchin the local area. However, if you drive to Canada, there is a listing there for a Miniature Pincher bitch who was sired by Phoenix Dandy and…”

“That will be all.” Sky, still agitated, was unable to make his usual philosophical leap from being disgusted to amused, which is how he dealt with frustration. Tonight, it wasn’t working.

“I’d give my right arm for some Maalox,” he said, turning right at the next street.

His phone said, “There is a CVS Pharmacy…” but Sky ignored her, counting blocks. He turned on the eighth one, hoping he had counted right, and then saw the rainbow-colored neon sign that read The Grottoon his right. He pulled into the parking lot and shook his head. Just one drinkand some small talk, that’s all I want. Is that too much to ask? Well, I wouldn’t mind getting laid, either.

Climbing out, he stretched his arms over his head. He looked like his mother. He had the same sometimes turquoise, sometimes deep sea blue eyes, and curly hair sometimes as red as the dirt in the cliffs and desert that surrounded Phoenix. Sometimes it glowed like polished bronze. His features were fine, delicate almost, and he had a graceful way about him.

His father had been afraid the boy would turn out to be gay; so he never asked and never educated his son about anything along those lines. He buried his head in the sand the same way he buried his wife, with fear and acceptance and a bit of anger that he should have been put in such a situation.

The only light in the parking lot was sputtering, and there was nobody outside. There weren’t even many cars, just one or two that looked expensive. He wondered how much his one drink would cost him. It didn’t occur to him that if he worked it right, his looks might pay for drinks and probably a lot more.

Wondering if he’d have anyone to talk to at all, he opened the door and stepped into the near darkness. This wasn’t bar-dark; this was grotto, cave, dark. The only light was from the red Exit sign.

“Is anyone here?” he called out. “Are you open?”

There was a rustle and a sneeze, followed by someone snarling, “Shh!”

Lowering his voice, confused and angry, Sky called out, “Is this a bad time?” He knew he sounded sarcastic, and didn’t care at all.