Josh, a lonely trapeze artist, thinks he’s cursed. It’s an old family superstition. He can’t have sex on a day he flies or he’ll fall. Maybe that’s why he’s never had a steady boyfriend, though sometimes he dreams of one. In his show, a strange melody plays in the background. It follows him and surfaces from time to time on the street. When Josh’s uncle hears about the music, he tells his nephew to bring the old ring, passed down from generations since the time of the curse. Steve is a realtor who always reaches his goals, in sales or otherwise, and he moonlights as a dancer in an all-male review on The Strip. All his friends his age are married, and his best friend’s wife Genie wants to see him hitched, too. He’s a little bit challenged in the relationship department, though. He has some growing up to do, or maybe it’s his problem in bed, where he’s somewhat one-sided. Steve and Josh meet one crazy night when Josh breaks all the rules used to protect him from the curse. After that, he runs. If it wasn’t for Genie’s matchmaking, Josh and Steve might never see each other again. Though not yet ready for a boyfriend, Josh does need a realtor. What a good way for he and Steve to get to know each other, while Josh works up the courage to tell Steve about the curse. Still unaware of Josh’s problem, Steve falls in love with him. When Steve finds out about the curse thing, it’s a big disappointment, but he wants Josh anyway. There’s no doubt Josh is worth the wait. Maybe the curse isn’t real after all. Can lonely Josh overcome his fear of it? Can horndog Steve handle a curse? Is the answer in the ancient ring?

The Curse of Flight

Josh chuckled under his breath. For a minute he wished he was in that jacket when Steve touched it. He might have liked to get to know him better, if not for the curse. Sorry now for having hurt his feelings back then, Josh wanted to make it up to him. A sentiment came to mind. “Do you know the day of the week it was when we met? I do.”


Steve’s eyes left the coat and looked at him without hesitation. “Yeah, of course, it was Tuesday, early.”


This guy surprised him. “How did you know that?”


“Why wouldn’t I? You told me it was your day off.”


“Oh.” The curse assured a Tuesday. Unaware of the significance, Steve remembered the day off.


Since that Tuesday, in Josh’s dreams, someone like Steve had met him. Now that misty face in the dream grew fondly familiar. Josh regretted having treated the real Steve so badly.


Chapter 13