A twisted short story about secrets
It was 5:40 in the afternoon and Marcus had just gotten his carry-out from his favorite cafe. The light snow everyone talked about was finally falling. He was done with work and was ready to go home after a stressful day and… After his “argument” with Josh.
His heartbeat increased rapidly at the thought of their earlier encounter after lunchtime.
Josh had asked to join him on their walk back to the office. Their boss definitely kept track of people’s extended lunch breaks, so they wouldn’t want any trouble.
But Marcus didn’t want to walk with Josh, especially after what he had done.
“I didn’t mean to send the photo, dude,” he’d told him a few weeks back. “I was just drunk as hell.”
No excuses. Why would he do that anyway? Especially when Marcus told him like a hundred times that they were supposed to be a secret.
But the photo had been “contained” according to Josh. The only people who had received the photo via SMS had sworn they had deleted it. They were people whom Josh could trust after all.
But could Marcus trust Josh after all?
Marcus had a little girl, damn it! Did Josh really want to jeopardize Marcus’s family life in the name of a fling, or whatever that was?
So Marcus didn’t say much after Josh joined him after lunch. As they walked in the alley where they had so many times shared quick moments of passion, Marcus confronted him one last time about the photo.
“You still have it, don’t you?” His gut had always been right, so he had to ask. Once again.
Josh shook his head. “I told you I deleted it, man.”
But Marcus was faster and snatched his phone from his hand. Josh’s eyes bugged and he shouted.
“Give me back my phone, dude!”
Marcus managed to hold the phone up in the air since he was taller. He then showed it to Josh. There it was, still. The picture of the two of them kissing, half-naked.
Deleted it, huh?
“You’re such a pathetic liar, josh! You just want to destroy my life. Who else has this picture?”