Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Here's a scene from the high school reunion portion of my novel. Did anyone go to any of their reunions? If so, tell all. Thanks for reading!
“Hey Em,” yell Michael Wharton, a boy I dated for three weeks one summer. I hate to say it, but love did not last because I couldn’t stop hearing “We represent the lollipop guild” every time I saw him. Shallow, I know. I am forever biased against short men since my rejection by Jon Anderson in the 7th grade. I wrote him a note with the requisite boxes of yes/no/maybe asking if he wanted to go together. He checked maybe in social studies which turned into a no by language arts. I made a wish that he would stop growing, and he never made it past 5’2. Michael towered two inches above Jon, but still, I towered above Michael in heels. All I recall from our brief love affair hitting him with a pillow during Tequila Sunrise, the scene where Mel Gibson is yelling at someone for something. Seems like some good foreshadowing . .
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I have woven a parachute out of everything broken." William Stafford
Jodi, my beautiful dear, you are right -- Better Made rules!
Benedictions and Maledictions