As It Goes
I originally wrote this for a class I took. The class focused on "microfiction" - works of fiction under 300 words. I had a lot of fun with it and I'll plan to share more from it soon.
I wrote this piece soon after having read Junot Diaz for the first time. It's easy for me to see the ways it's influenced by his work.
This spawned a discussion about romance in literature in the class. Half of the class was convinced that this was terribly romantic, and the other half - professor included - argued that it lacked any romance at all. Even having written it, I can't make up my mind as to which team I'm on.
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As It Goes
Winter
You appeared. It soon felt like you had been there all along. The heat in my apartment rarely worked; you always slept over anyway.
Spring
The ground thawed, and we did, too. I spent most of April trying to figure out what that meant. You brought a toothbrush over to my apartment one day. It’s still in the cabinet.
Summer
The heat nearly killed us, but I remember that cool and breezy 62-degree day in July, when we played chess against the blind man in the park. He smoked us and we laughed right on, your left hand holding my right and your right holding vanilla ice cream, the grass warming our backs.
Fall
We skipped rocks and sat on mossy benches telling jokes until the sun started to go down. Thanksgiving came and went, and so did you.
I wrote this piece soon after having read Junot Diaz for the first time. It's easy for me to see the ways it's influenced by his work.
This spawned a discussion about romance in literature in the class. Half of the class was convinced that this was terribly romantic, and the other half - professor included - argued that it lacked any romance at all. Even having written it, I can't make up my mind as to which team I'm on.
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As It Goes
Winter
You appeared. It soon felt like you had been there all along. The heat in my apartment rarely worked; you always slept over anyway.
Spring
The ground thawed, and we did, too. I spent most of April trying to figure out what that meant. You brought a toothbrush over to my apartment one day. It’s still in the cabinet.
Summer
The heat nearly killed us, but I remember that cool and breezy 62-degree day in July, when we played chess against the blind man in the park. He smoked us and we laughed right on, your left hand holding my right and your right holding vanilla ice cream, the grass warming our backs.
Fall
We skipped rocks and sat on mossy benches telling jokes until the sun started to go down. Thanksgiving came and went, and so did you.