About Second Sight
Written by Sean Michael
268 pages / 128000 words
ISBN: 0-9749923-5-6
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Thirteen years ago, Marc did the right thing and left Pablo so his young lover could have the life he deserved. Now Marc is a successful, sought after artist. And he’s blind. Pablo finally finds Marc again, and neither of them is willing to let go this time, so they begin to build a new life together. Second Sight is a moving, emotional story of how young love changes and grows into something that two very different men can share, learning to live their lives again after years of longing for each other, ultimately getting that happy ending they both hoped for so long ago.
Sample
Pablo had to work on Saturday, but when he was finished he called his Mama and told her he had to study and headed to the library. He couldn't wait to see Marc again.
He checked his chair and then the second floor tables and then the first floor and then he went over the first and second floors really thoroughly, but Marc was definitely not there.
Oh.
Well, maybe Marc had been there earlier when he hadn't been. Or maybe Marc didn't want to see him again because he was just a silly boy who'd never even been kissed before last night. He worried his lower lip, looking out the window at the rain coming down, trying to decide if he should just curl up in his chair and read and hope that Marc came by or if he should go to Marc's place. He was pretty sure he could find the warehouse again. Mostly sure.
The library was only open until eight and it was just past six now, so he decided to sit and read about Manet and if Marc hadn't come by before the library closed he'd go get some soft serve and if while he was out walking he happened to go by Marc's warehouse...
He found himself a couple of books and settled in his chair, soon losing himself in the words.
Icy cold fingers tickled over the back of his neck. ''Boo.''
He jumped, like maybe a foot, and looked up, smiling happily. ''Hi, Marc.''
''Hey, Pablo man. What're we reading today?'' He got a grin and a wink from those watery blue eyes behind the thick glasses.
''About that guy you told me about -- Manet. There's another guy, Monet? Also an impressionist with like almost the same name.'' Gosh, Marc was cute. And nice. And had tasted really good yesterday.
''Yeah. Pretty cool, huh?'' Marc sat on the edge of the chair, grinning down. ''You doing anything tonight?''
He shook his head. ''I don't have plans. What about you?''
''Nope. No plans. Stopped by to see if you were about.''
''I was hoping you'd come by before they closed,'' he admitted. He got a wide grin, boot rubbing his shin for just a second. ''So you wanna hang out together?'' God, he sounded like a little kid.
''Yeah. Yeah, I do.'' Marc didn't look like he minded at all.