CyclingJ
07-18-2010, 11:38 PM
I've been looking so hard and for a long time for the fiction collection that has this story. I think it was written sometime between 1990 and 2005.
Plot as I remember it: A dying uncle is visiting various people in the family before he passes away, and the story takes place as he is visiting his nephew, who is gay and has a partner, and seems to be rather ostracized from the family. I think the uncle's wife had already passed away.
The uncle relates his memories of a summer (or spring?) long ago when he was just a boy. The carnival came to town, and he made friends with a boy from the carnival. They spent a lot of time together playing as kids do. Then one day the carnival is leaving. Before the boy leaves, they share a kiss, and the uncle remembers the boy's breath smelling like fresh cut hay (or grass?). And then the summer was over.
This short story touched me deeply, but I made the mistake of not writing down the book/author details. If you have any information about this story, or the anthology it was in, please reply
It would mean a lot to me to find this. Thanks.
- J
Plot as I remember it: A dying uncle is visiting various people in the family before he passes away, and the story takes place as he is visiting his nephew, who is gay and has a partner, and seems to be rather ostracized from the family. I think the uncle's wife had already passed away.
The uncle relates his memories of a summer (or spring?) long ago when he was just a boy. The carnival came to town, and he made friends with a boy from the carnival. They spent a lot of time together playing as kids do. Then one day the carnival is leaving. Before the boy leaves, they share a kiss, and the uncle remembers the boy's breath smelling like fresh cut hay (or grass?). And then the summer was over.
This short story touched me deeply, but I made the mistake of not writing down the book/author details. If you have any information about this story, or the anthology it was in, please reply
It would mean a lot to me to find this. Thanks.
- J