John finally working up the courage to wear bisexual pride colored socks, just as a way to build up to coming out, but Mary looks at them and snickers a bit, so he just takes them off and puts on plain black ones instead.
Sitting alone on a park bench, his tea long since gone cold,
John takes a deep breath and tries saying the truth out loud
for the first time in his entire life.
“I’m bisexual,” he tells the pigeons looking up at him.
They seem remarkably unimpressed by his bravery.
The world continues to turn.