By S. T. Broeckx
I pull up to the high school parking lot. Once full of life, it’s now permanently closed. Forgotten. Cast aside. I am witness to the year 1987, and those who had been there, through my mental filter.
I see myself standing along the chain-link fence surrounding the running track.
“Why do you call me everyday about the homework?” she asks in front of her friends. They erupt with laughter as I shrink away, trying to hold the oozing mess of an invisible cut together.
After that incident, I never called her again; she remains a stinging memory buried inside my thoughts.
Painful, but great reminder to treat others with kindness. Nice piece.
You normally don’t think of young girls as bullies; but this guy’s long-gone girlfriend surely qualifies as one! Nice job of capturing the hurt of a teenage affair gone bad.
Nicely done! Of particular note is the originality of “trying to hold the oozing mess of an invisible cut together.”