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

“Sure, I’ll go with you. I have to eat.” That sounded nice.


“Fine.” Little else was open this late at night.


Steve took a deep drag, and the smoke poured out. “This listing has copper pipes. If that’s what you want, you’re probably going to have to look at some older homes. This one’s built mid-eighties. They almost always use the plastic tubing now. You’re right, it bursts sometimes. You hear about it.” He made a right hand turn at a red light. “My dad says it’s usually caused by bad construction. He said building codes used to be better, but this house is thirty years old. It’s going to have some maintenance no matter what.”


Josh’s hair twisted on his finger. “I don’t want the plastic. I decided. My house has copper. It’s seventy years now, and my neighbor says he never had a leak.” Josh’s hand dropped from his hair, and he rubbed the crook of his knee.


Chapter 26