[100 days of 100 words] 67/100
Apr. 19th, 2008 08:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitchen_kinkWe stood on the footbridge a while, playing Pooh-sticks. It kept us from having to look each other in the eye. In the stream, lazy duck families float.
I’ve always liked him. His open, searching face; his wry smile. The way the wiry muscles in his arms move. In high school, I went nuts for half a year over the way his hair fell over his left eye. He’s losing his hair, now.
“She’s doing well,” he said, “really well.”
“Yeah?”
“Well…last I heard.”
I still don’t dare look. But his hand, an inch from mine on the railing, twitches.
I’ve always liked him. His open, searching face; his wry smile. The way the wiry muscles in his arms move. In high school, I went nuts for half a year over the way his hair fell over his left eye. He’s losing his hair, now.
“She’s doing well,” he said, “really well.”
“Yeah?”
“Well…last I heard.”
I still don’t dare look. But his hand, an inch from mine on the railing, twitches.
