My best friend loves corgis but cannot have a dog in her apartment. I was hoping we could meet someone whose corgi she could walk/play with sometimes.
You are a confident and intelligent woman. Due to rules of sight or site if you will; regardless, we barely had a chance to glimpse each other, let alone see if we could engage in one of those adult conversations I think each of us is ripe and ready for.
I took the papers, pen, gum, change from my winter jacket and dropped all the knick-knacks down into the deep pockets of my LL Bean blue hooded. My shoulders light with spring. Leaving winter hanging on the hook by the door by the litter box. I’ve listened to Rancid all morning. Spring. Sunshining. Shotgunning beers in the woods when I was 15, the last I’ve been under the Red Hot Moon. And you, there, still sitting on the blanket in my mind in those woods with the moss and the new spring grass curling around your outstretched legs. And you. You. You will always be there. Young. 15 years younger than me. Standing still in time. In the woods behind my parents old house that still stands but is filled with strangers. We are strangers.
two strangers separated by a barrier, repeating each other's names over and over and over and over...until they are no longer strangers