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

for something her mother had asked for. She had not opened the box in years, and she opened it on a Tuesday evening at the kitchen table and the photograph was near the bottom, printed on the kind of glossy stock that school photographers used in the nineties. Grainy with age. His hands on hers. His grin, visible even in the faded image, that specific continue reading …