COMFORTABLE

by Karen Colohan

A crisp chill in the air and the sharp bite of early morning frost announced October's arrival in Metropolis. The trees seemed to have donned their autumnal foliage overnight, a riot of reds and oranges.

As Clark settled beside him on the bench, Lex noted the appearance of another harbinger of autumn. The red sweater was old and ratty, but Clark refused to throw it out. He said it was comfortable, kept him warm.

Lex smiled, knowing the truth of Clark's attachment, remembering him wearing the sweater the first time they'd kissed... years ago in a cold barn in Smallville.


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