Lorenzo Conti (sic_et_non) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-06 23:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, lorenzo |
Who: Lorenzo [Narrative]
What: Memory
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Lorenzo's home
Rating: G
Status: Complete
"I'll always love you," the old man said, crowding Lorenzo against the car, and the young man was too stunned to do or say anything. The old man looked vaguely familiar. A customer of the bank perhaps or a neighbour?
"We have to love each other secretly because no one... no one will forgive our love. I don't want to give it up. Do you?" the old man went on, fingers clutching at Lorenzo's jacket, desperation in his voice and his watery eyes. It was a little embarrassing. It was heartbreaking.
Staring at the stranger in silence, he suddenly remembered where he'd seen the old man before. Prying the bony fingers off as gently as he could, he asked the stranger to wait by the car before he rushed back into the pub.
Lorenzo woke up when something cold and wet poked him in the face. Blinking his eyes open he found one of his dogs looking down at him curiously. Seemed like he'd fallen asleep by the pool.
"Ciao, Iago. Come va?"* Lorenzo patted the dog's head before he got up and headed back into the house. Dreaming of love declarations from elderly men on a sunny afternoon...
Gay after all? No, not really.
Daddy issues? Er, no.
Before he could speculate any further, his phone rang and the Italian forgot all about his dream.
((* hover for translation))