A memory, impressions and fragments, a wrinkled watercolor that once hung on the refrigerator door:
Little girl, walking home at dusk with her sisters. Lagging as usual.
At stop sign, man in car. Sisters gather round briefly, run off.
Friendly eyes beckon.
Little girl, curious, goes over to see.
Shows little girl something unusual but not interesting. Little girl shrugs (sisters shouting Slowpoke, hurry up!), runs to catch up with her sisters.
Years later, up close and personal with a man for the first time, thinks to herself: Gosh, that looks familiar.
Much later still … Eureka!
How’s this for shit happens? Per vert ventures out to scare the girlies, it’s just his luck to hit on the one too spacey to get it.
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