Never to Touch Again

After a long day, Bailey drops his black tote on the floor by the front door, and slides on an envelope. Consumed with confusion, he opens it.

Same routine, day in, and day out. Tonight, go to the disclosed location, and kiss the person that is there with this very same letter. Share a kiss, and walk away. If you follow these directions, you will be given your choice of the following gifts; a trip to Paris all expenses paid, $20,000 in cash, or a 2019 Jeep Wrangler. You have to be in St. Johns Park at 12pm. I'll be watching.

Bailey smiles, throws the letter on the marble countertop, and proceeds to make himself a glass of wine. As he stands in the light of the sunset creeping through the window, he looks at the envelope again.

"I don't have anything else to do tonight. What's the harm? Hell, I said I was going to be more spontaneous," he says to himself, downing the glass of Pinot.

11:56 pm

As Bailey treks through the first snow of winter, the wind violently whips through his long brown curly hair, secured with a large rubber band, in the place of a head band. There standing in the center of the park is a tall male, milk chocolate skinned, about Bailey's height. The closer Bailey gets, the more he can make out the handsome man's facial features.

His full chocolate lips compliment, his beautiful chiselled face, physique, and his striking smile. The two men stand before one another in complete silence. After about two full minutes, they lean in, and slowly kiss passionately.

They both surrender deep breaths, turn, and walk away; looking back at one another, smiling. The cold winter wind seals the kiss upon thier lips, never to touch again.