Over chilled glasses of absinthe, the couple agreed to a decadent outing under the warm midday sun.
The next morning, Oscar watched his lover carefully pack their picnic basket. Cheese, dried fruit and a lot of champagne. Lord Alfred… a man after his own heart.
Which put him in a rather awkward position.
Oscar had to call it quits. His writing career was taking off. He couldn’t afford any more distractions.
Then there was this matter with his father, the Marquess of Queensberry. A nasty little lawsuit. Over sodomy of all things.
No, unfortunately the relationship needed to end.
Yesterday.
The Weekday One Hundred 