He’s taller than me now, gangly with a solid jaw, baseball cap turned at an angle, tiny thing of a girlfriend in the crux of his arm, new diamond winking at me on her hand. When I say, “Be in before twelve,” he gives me a head nod. If you were here, you might have made it earlier. You might have warned him that love bites back.
Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State, USA. His work appears widely in print and online. He’s also an editor at the online lit journal Metazen. You can find him at http://lenkuntz.blogspot.com.
Why is it that always happens? Few words work well here.