Come closer, she says, drags a thumb across my forehead above my right eye. You have ink, she says, or something on you. I laugh and say, what?
I had been drawing a picture of a dog that had gotten stuck in a tree; the way cats do in cartoons and dreams.
She kisses me on the cheek and it feels sticky there when she pulls away. With a wink she puts the straw back in her mouth, bites it with a smile and says, what?
What? I say, oh nothing. It isn’t anything. I just want to remember this.
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Title by: Caroline
Story by: Jeremy
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