by K9

It was at that moment I remembered. I don't know if it was simply a look, or just a memory of his scent that triggered my Swiss cheese memory, but I suddenly looked at Al standing there, ghostly and surreal, and remembered everything.

  We'd been lovers.

  Before the first leap, before I'd recklessly hurled myself into times unending spiral, I'd loved him.

  He recognized my epiphany. The look in his eyes spoke volumes; pain, hurt, loneliness, devotion.

  "I love you, Al," I gasped, like a fledgling lover in his first rush of passion.

  "I know, kid," he smiled, "I know."


The End