“What do you want?” he asked, knowing he sounded pitiful.
She turned away from the laptop to face him fully. She was smiling. “I want you to be a hero. A savior.”
“By doing what? Going to your hippie church on Sundays? Making some kind of donation? Renouncing my heathen homosexual ways? What?”
“I’m afraid… it’s going to be a little more difficult than that.”
“More difficult than renouncing? ’Cause lady, in case my porn selection didn’t clue you in, I’m riding the rainbow unicorn for sure. And I’ve been firmly in that saddle ever since my sister made me watch Dead Poets Society and I discovered Ethan Hawke.
From Pilgrimage by Kim Fielding