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.<br><br>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.<br><br>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?

Let's Hang Out

“Should I send a response, Nutt Butt?”


She said I should. Either that or “More peanuts.”


I knew I had crayons somewhere in the apartment. My nieces and the kids from the building they played with when visiting liked to color. None of them had been over in a while. No one had. No one could. Black magic marker wouldn’t do, so I kept searching, until I found a set in a box on the closet floor.


Simple and to the point. I used the same six colors, repeating four because of the comma and exclamation point. I’d wasted five sheets of paper going from exclamation point to period, back to exclamation point, back to period, while also putting in and taking out the comma. Who knew punctuation could cause such stress? While I broke out in a sweat, Nutter Butter was having a field day batting around the crumpled reject paper balls under the table on my balcony.


“This will have to do,” I said on the seventh attempt.


Chapter 2