A Boy I Loved | Soter Julius Omohegbele | Fiction

  I am looking at him in the picture. His hands in his pockets, he poses with six other males I do not recognize. They all look different. Some look hard, others lifeless. Their masculine postures make them look straight. They are straight. Litson looks straight too. But nobody—no stranger at all—would look at him […]

A Boy I Loved | Soter Julius Omohegbele | Fiction
  I am looking at him in the picture. His hands in his pockets, he poses with six other males I do not recognize. They all look different. Some look hard, others lifeless. Their masculine postures make them look straight. They are straight. Litson looks straight too. But nobody—no stranger at all—would look at him […]