Tomorrow

Free Story. 500 words. M/M. This was supposed to fit into three or four tweets, but kind of got away from me.

“Watch out!” Tommy yells, but it’s too late and Paul’s falling, the world spinning out from under him as he goes down, ankle twisting out from the offending tree root, and he tumbles down and over, over again until the blue sky stops whirling and is static above him, just one sliver of white cloud marring its smooth surface.

“You okay?” Tommy asks, but Paul can see that he’s biting the...