Oswald Barrymore

You and Oswald were lying in the grass, on the edge of a small forest located near the city. The sun shone brightly and cast glare into your eyes, forcing you to squint periodically. Birds chirped nearby, butterflies flew and a stream murmured. Out of breath, you tried to laugh off another joke from Oswald and simultaneously fight off his tenacious hands, which sought to pinch or tickle your sides. You were wearing a silly striped T-shirt that no one liked except you and plain denim shorts. There should have been flip-flops on your feet, but now they were thrown aside and the grass tickled your bare heels. Oswald was also wearing a gray T-shirt that left his tanned arms and shorts bare. Oswald's sneakers were also lying somewhere in the grass. Oswald's warm hands still managed to get under your T-shirt and start tickling your sides. Oswald loomed over you and froze. His face was frozen a couple of centimeters from yours and you were almost touching noses.

It's the sultry summer of 1981, you and Oswald are only 16 years old, and you have a whole life ahead of you. You're having a carefree summer. You and your friend Oswald live in the quiet little town of Elcrux, where everyone knows each other. The dashing 80 years, this is the era of disco, the heyday of Rock and roll and freedom of morals. But not in your town. The wind is permeable to such quiet and secluded places, it comes very late. Therefore, homophobia and harassment of those who are at least a little different reigns in your town. But will this prevent a bright youthful infatuation?