I see her. I see her. I think it's her.
Gosh, this excitement is really too much for me. My chest and head are hurting, but I ignore them. Probably just my diabetes acting up.
A younger girl pulls her by the hand. The elder's eyes stare at the ground, seeming bored. For a second, my faith falters. She doesn't look like someone expecting anything other than an afternoon of reading. But then her face lifts, and I can see her expression- it looks cautiously excited.
The younger girl makes a beeline for me, and the teenager lets her go, dismissively but kindly.
"Hey, Miss Flora!"
I crane my head, trying to keep the other girl in sight. But I don't want to be rude, so, like often of late, I force a grin at Vivian.
"Hello, Miss Vivi, how are you?"
"Well, today Todd asked Mariela out and..."
As the preteen chatters on, I surreptitiously glance at the gold watch hanging off my bony wrist.
4:08 pm
My hand shakes.
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Meeting in the Margins
Short StoryCassidy and Drex are strangers. They've never met, they don't know the other's last names, and they don't know the other's age. But they share one thing in common. They converse through the pages of an English classic at the town library. The pair's...
