This is from Microcosms. The challenge was to use the last line from a famous novel as the first line of the story; and how could I resist a line from 1984?
He loved Big Brother.
For so long George had insisted that his love was a brotherly love, but in the night lights of Paris, he could no longer ignore the true feelings of his heart.
“That’s gross, man,” Julia said.
“Dude. You’re in love with your brother.”
“No, not my big brother! His name is Big Brother. His parents are…” What was the word for rich people who’d lost it? “…eccentric.”
“That’s a relief. Your big brother is a total jerk.”
George sighed. Julia was a dear friend, but she was terrible at listening to confessions. He had planned on escaping to Paris with his best friend Dave, but he had broken his leg. George considered that a very insensitive move.
“I came to Paris to get away from my problems, but he’s here. I’m in love with Big Brother.”
“Cool,” Julia said.
“No, you don’t understand. I’m in love with Big Brother. What should I do?”
A gasp behind George forced him to turn around.
“Big Brother!” George cried. “What are you doing here?”
“I was having a drink with my big brother, Little Brother.”
“Seriously?” said Julia, but the others could not hear her.
“Is it true? Do you love me?” Big Brother asked.
“I do! I love you, Big Brother, with a love that is beyond brotherly!”
“I have waited so long to hear those words! Come into my arms, George, so that I may kiss you long into the night! Come, while the romance of Paris is all around us!”
“You have made me so happy! I will love you until the end of my days!” George exclaimed.
The happy couple proceeded to make out in the street.
Julia, abandoned by her trip mate, rolled her eyes.
“Oh, brother,” she said.