The Last Thing He Needs

by J.H. Knight

looking up into Bobby’s flushed face, looking into his eyes for maybe the first time when they were together, Tommy understood in one fraction of a heartbeat every love song he’d ever heard, every dream he was afraid to have, every memory of anything good that had ever happened to him. It was all wrapped up in Bobby. He was the music, he was the dream, he was the love, and… he was the hope. Tommy O’Shea finally understood.

their family was a tapestry of patches and cheap thread. Parts of the pattern were too ugly to look at, and some parts were so beautiful they could bring tears to your eyes. They were all wading through the rocky waters of life and forgiveness and hope together, with only a few bumps and scrapes along the way. Tommy figured that was exactly how it should be.