Jay log Narrative

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Silently on his way to the parade, Jay questions three aspects of his life.

Jay sat on the bench's backing, staring down at the Pride flag held in his hand. He was excited to go to the parade but felt bad that he couldn't convince Kevin to go. He tried not to take it as a personal stab, that it was only because of Kevin's inhibitions that he wasn't accompanying Jay to the parade.

"Shhhh!"

Jay looked to his left, twenty feet away, three guys were sitting down, lounging while waiting for the subway. He shifted uncomfortably. Two were looking at him and one was hunched over, trying to stifle his laughter.

One jabbed the laughing guy in the ribs and they continued to smile while Jay drew his wings closer to his body. The train hammered by and slowed, while the rush of hot air hit his face and blew back his bangs. Standing up, Jay rolled up the Pride flag and considered throwing it out. Then he would go home.

Instead, he walked ahead to another car, away from the one the group of three piled into and he wondered if it was his pride being made fun of or his mutation.