the summer of 1973

 The Summer of 1973

 Would there ever be another summer of 73? It was the summer men wanted to be his friend because Rick came to San Francisco for the freedom. It was a summer the sun seemed to shine every day and the summer he fell in love with Brad. They made a crappy storefront their own and filled it with their friends.

Rick is sixty-eight. Brad died of AIDS ten years ago. Their home is now a realtor’s office. Rick survived AIDS but every cough has him worrying his time had finally come. He sits in the bay window and lets his memories of that joyous summer wash over him, but his hippie neighbors are now techies, and his few remaining friends no longer live nearby. There could never be another summer of 1973.

A knock on the door jolts him. He pads to the door and is greeted with two attractive young men, one blond the other dark. “I hope you don’t mind us barging in. We just moved in and wanted to introduce ourselves.” He offers them something to drink. The blond wraps him a bear hug. “We can’t thank you enough for this amazing city. We just got married and we’re fixing up our place so our friends will have a place to hang.” Their summer of 1973 has just begun.

About Chuck

Ivy education, long-time San Franciscan with two dogs and two homes. Have traveled most of the world and spend my days writing.

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One Response to the summer of 1973

  1. Rick October 10, 2014 at 12:29 pm #

    Keep writing. I want to know how things turn out for Rick and whether he will find another lover/partner as great as Brad was.

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