It was a slow BLINK, and definitely something more than just an acknowledgement that I EXIST. As I DRIVE away from the party, I keep going over and over the moments of interaction: on the dance floor, at the bar, that long languorous look as we exchanged numbers. My heart — okay, let’s be honest — my PRIDE had been so bruised when Sam had left. I had CRIED for days, gorged on FRIED food until I was sick of it and myself. This party had been a much needed step back into the world. Heading into the valley, towards the lights, I alternated between fantasies of a future with the glamorous Barbara and considering my next move.

Georg’ann

Not ready to TEACH
SPINE of textbook still uncracked,
Prof is beyond FRIED

Heather