Tuesday, January 27, 2015


She sat beside him, and he sat by her. And somehow, that was momentous. Like there was, in fact, a choosing involved. A comfort, then, beneath the nerves. 

She could speak to him today. She spoke. She thought he felt like she did, that he didn’t want to leave just yet.

The second bell sounded. They were late.

And the sun was so bright, as she rushed inside, that in that darting from brightness to not, she saw his hand gesturing as he spoke, and then, when he listened to her, pull at the back of his neck. 

So that she felt, rather than thought in words, how the universe was both very big and full of wonders, and very exact, like the numbers she spun around on her locker, and how glad she was to be a girl who knew a boy like that.  


Charles Gramlich said...

Interesting character dynamic here.

strugglingwriter said...

Lovely little slice of a moment.

Sarah Hina said...

Charles, a scrap of something bigger.

Paul, thanks. I like these short ones. Every word counts.

the walking man said...

Listening--sometimes when doing it one really needs a signal to the talker.

Aniket Thakkar said...

You know what I'm gonna ask - When do I get to read the big one?

Sarah Hina said...

The big what? Have I forgotten something? I am getting old, you know. It's possible.