Georgia's Last Words

The End

    His name was, or rather is, Cooper. A boy with a coffee addiction and a passion for William Faulkner. He used to sit in a single spot under a willow tree and let the world pass by him, not having a care in the world. All he’d do is watch people until he found that moment, capturing it in a word. Like snapping a picture with a single word, with a single feeling, all wrapped up with a single breath.

    And this little story has begun at the end, rather than at its the beginning. For you see, we knew each other for only a couple months, then our lives took us our separate ways.

    Let me give you the overview of our so-called summer “friendship”. He showed up at his aunt’s house on the first day of summer. She told him I was next door and he was forced to introduce himself. He was cute and I was shy. We hit it off quickly, but the girls around town didn’t let it last long. So I spent the summer listening to his stories about the latest girl over a glass of ice cold, sour lemonade.

    Before I knew it, summer was over. I was headed off to New York with a southern accent and he was going to some west coast university. That was our story, and even if I wanted it to continue there really wasn’t much to go on with.

    Like I said, it ended before it really began.