At Prom Only One Boy Asked Me to Dance and Thirty Years Later Our Paths Crossed Again

and began counting coins from his apron pocket before the cashier intervened.

That was when she stopped watching his hands and looked at his face.

Older, clearly. Life had put its years on him in the visible way it does when rest has been repeatedly postponed. Broader through the shoulders. A permanent tiredness behind the eyes that accumulates when continue reading …