I was super young when my dad died and I have almost no memory of him. But my dad’s best friend, Caelan, used to stop by and check in on mom and me when I was a kid. And I really developed a super close relationship with Caelan. He made my childhood as happy and as special it could be for a fatherless kid. I think mom kinda liked him too, but she had always remained faithful to dad all these years.
Then for a while Caelan left us too. Four years ago when I was 14 years old he went o
ff to California to get some big-time job with some big shot contractors. It was kinda quiet out here on our small farm here in these back woods of Georgia without him being around.
But when he got settled out there, he would send mom and me letters and pictures every now of then; pictures of him with his big shot friends. But there was one picture that I kept for myself. He was standing there, smiling out at me with that big lopsided smile of his, not wearing any shirt. I could see that tall, muscular tanned body of his pretty dang clear. When he was here, I never saw Caelan naked. But I would try very hard to imagine what was hidden beneath his khaki pants or faded blue jeans. I really loved that picture, with his broad shoulders, his solid chest, and bulging biceps.
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