The Writer’s Studio Level II - Assignment 3 June 2, 2008
Preamble: 1st person narrator in a present tense younger voice. Charming, captivating, quirky voice (missed that). Almost unreliable. Let it flow. Reveal. Tone: reporting in young voice, Mood: longing, reminiscent
New Books
It is typically the last stop in my weekend shopping mall pilgrimage. It is
where I would steer my mom to on our wanderings. Hugely tall white doors
covered in black words formed the proper gates to this citadel. Its a fine
8th grade summer day and I enter its doors without expectation. I make
my way through the Science section. Moving on to Psychology. And
anything that catches my eye along the way. My meandering path terminates
to feed my large magazine fix. I was probably up to 10 magazines a month.
Omni synergized both science and psychology.
I looked mildly out of place wearing jeans in perfect summer beach
weather. But I don’t like exposing any more of my thin body than I have to.
A t-shirt and beach sandals completed my outfit. My Ace comb parted my
hair in the middle. Like Ralph Macchio.
As I looked up from the latest Popular Photography I saw you across the
isle. In the new books section. A book can be filled with magic. But you
never know until you open it and read. Depending on the cover I give some
the benefit of the doubt. You enchanted me instantly. You grazed
beautifully. In your pink top and jeans. Blonde hair. Tall and thin. But
your eyes. Bedroom. A new phrase I learned from the Fonz as he described
his wonderful squeeze Linda Purl. I couldn’t keep my shy eyes off you. You
moved delicately. You seemed to notice me. But my mouth was paralyzed. Its
only use was to suck in air like a broken lipped bellows. We rotated about each
other like two stars. Then, after a good while, you left.
I dragged my mom there the following Sunday at 2pm. Searching for you. Hair
combed nicely. Heart beats felt in my mouth with anticipation. Eyes scanning
each patron. And the Sunday after that. And again for I don’t know how
many weeks. But I never saw you again. Summer’s over anyway.
