Sean & Brawnie and the Message from Outer Space

MeteorsBrawnie was standing at the bedroom window in the dark when Sean awoke. 

“Moon still there?” Sean asked.

“It’s the meteor shower they mentioned on the weather channel yesterday,” he replied.

Sean got up and joined his husband at the window. The Alpha Capricornids meteors had appeared on schedule in the southern sky. They competed for attention with a waning gibbous moon.

Brawnie smiled. “If there were more meteors, it could be a flashmob of little lights.”

“Wouldn’t it be cool if they spelled out a message?”

Brawnie looked at Sean quizzically. “What, like surrender Dorothy?”

“Just something meaningful. Get vaccinated, maybe.” 

“How about We’re watching,” Brawnie replied in a spooky tone. “That would shake up the world.”

Sean nudged him playfully with his elbow and went back to bed.

“Don’t let the stars get in your eyes, don’t let the moon break your heart,” Brawnie crooned, with a voice only Sean and Auto-Tune could love.

Copyright 2021 by Brian Dean Powers
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Sean and Brawnie Serve Soup and Shakespeare at Their Summer Nuptials

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For Brawnie, love was agreeing to speak in front of two hundred guests despite his discomfort.

Before the officiant declared them husband and husband, Brawnie began his recitation to Sean.

          Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
          Like to the lark at break of day arising
          From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;

Sean felt honored that Brawnie was speaking Mr. Shakespeare’s lines from memory.

          For thy sweet love rememb’red such wealth brings
          That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

When Brawnie finished, Sean told the crowd how he learned the value of seasonings from his mother.

How her salmon soup consisted of nothing but warm milk with a can of salmon dumped in.

How, as a child, he always poured his portion down the drain after everyone left the table.

How he would strive to spice his marriage to Brawnie with humor and patience, and the occasional spritz of whipped cream.

That evening, Brawnie loosened his tie, shucked his shoes and socks, and flopped down prone on their bed. When Sean came to the bedroom door, he wondered if Brawnie’s well-developed pecs could actually be amplifying his impressive snoring.

For Sean, standing in the doorway, love was letting his new husband sleep off a stressful day, knowing they had already arrived at heaven’s gate.

Copyright 2019 by Brian Dean Powers
Photo by Melanie Villeneuve at unsplash.com