April 2006
1 post
Cherries and Butterflies
She ran into the convenience store, beads of water falling from her forehead and her grey tank top clinging to every contour of her torso, soaked from the rain pounding on the pavement outside. She subtly tightened the string on her loose-fitting trackpants as she darted to the back of the shop to grab a bottle of Aquafina before stepping into line behind me. We made casual small-talk about the...