You never heard it at the time, of course. But, you were the sunshine of 8 a.m. freshman calculus class. All easy smiles, quick laughs, and bright eyes sitting next to me.
You never acknowledged the scowls and leers the other boys gave us, setting your sights on a certain unworldly someone instead.
You were always there with a ready question or small talk afterward in the breezeway. Continue reading Overdue Goodbyes
“I suppose that’s it.” Angus shoveled the student exams in his worn satchel, then rammed the cap on the red pen.
“Aye.” I took another sip of the overly hoppy beer. The place still smelled of fresh paint.
“You’ve made plans then?”
I shrugged. Students entered Continue reading Bottle and Glass
We wait for him on the corner of Vliet St. She sits on a stump while I kick an old plastic bottle.
“He’s late,” I say.
She rolls her eyes.
The plastic crunches with another kick. I Continue reading Vliet St.
School. For many this word brought feelings of dread. For the kids in Disneyland, it was quite the opposite. School was a spotless place where the floors were so clean, one could eat their hot lunch off them. Everything was freshly painted and new. The soles of their shoes smelled like honeysuckle. Continue reading In The Bag