Let's Hang Out

By David Connor

With another month of quarantine ahead, Dillon is depressed. Stuck with no one to talk to but the squirrel who visits his terrace for snacks, he's pretty sure June is going to suck. One morning, things start looking up when a pride flag appears on the terrace railing right across from his.

Kit is up from downstate for just a month. He and Dillon hit it off and find a way to make the best of social distancing and the clothesline that runs from one building to the other. They even celebrate Pride and other occasions with their neighbors and spend some intimate moments together, despite being so far apart.

As much fun as June turns out to be, what happens when Kit's short stay is over? Are the two only enjoying a brief summer fling? Will even more distance between them mean the end of everything?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Sep 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9781646565665

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Let’s Hang Out

By David Connor and E.F. Mulder

Published by JMS Books LLC

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Copyright 2020 David Connor and E.F. Mulder

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Let’s Hang Out

By David Connor and E.F. Mulder

On my way to the terrace door with a laundry basket tucked under my arm, I remembered it was June 1, which meant Pride Month was once again upon us. Trying to balance my clean, wet clothes against one hip, I grabbed a handful of shelled peanuts for a bedraggled but friendly squirrel who’d become the building’s unofficial mascot. Then, I stopped and opened the closet to attempt to bring my rainbow flag, too.

Time to show my true colors, I said to Nutter Butter through the glass, her little squirrely tail twitching with anticipation on the other side.

It was a cool day for June. The sun was shining, though, and there was a nice bit of breeze, perfect for drying my underwear and socks.

First things first, I slipped the flagpole into the bracket.

Lucky bracket.

Yeah, it had been a while. Just when I thought I might be ready to get back in the game after a broken heart—why do men cheat?—the pandemic hit. Since mid-March, I’d barely left the house. No meeting up, hooking up, or getting it up. Well, not with another guy, at any rate.

I did my part. I social distanced and wore a mask when going out for essentials or takeout to help keep the local family owned pizza joint afloat. My hands were chapped from so much washing, but on the bright side, the clothes drying rack I’d paid four hundred bucks for was actually being used as an exercise machine again. With the weather nicer now, I could hang the wash outside.

Air-dried laundry, the scent was comforting and pleasing. The loud squeak of the pulley as I tugged on the rope for the clothespin bag, that I could do without. An early bird most of my life, I tended to my task before five in the morning, the first hint of a new day just breaking over the Lowell, Massachusetts cityscape. I loved the feeling of having it all to myself. On the flip side, I couldn’t help but imagine sharing