Flaming

Zakary gazes up and catches his reflection in the mirror. His gangly form, which seems less hunched and timid than usual. His big ears, which suddenly appear to be proud and endearing, perhaps aided by his newfound confidence.

And his upward-styled flaming burst of redness atop his head.

Does he dare contribute to the forum again?

“Babe, you coming?” Jonatho calls from behind, his voice echoing in the bathroom.

Zakary smirks, closes the forum, and tosses his phone onto the bed. No more time for silly games, he decides before slipping off the bed, strutting across the room, and proudly joining his love in the shower.

The End.