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Fate
A Week Later
I waited a week before I ventured back outside.
“Hello,” I said when I saw him coming.
He wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans that didn’t quite fit right and I thought that maybe he was James Dean’s ghost. I had put on a dress and done my makeup, big swooping cat eyes like I sometimes saw on those girls at the bar on Fourth Street. He probably didn’t even notice. It was almost pitch black outside.
“If it isn’t my shadow,” he drawled.
I introduced myself.
“Twyla.”
But he kept calling me shadow. His name was Tate. Twyla and Tate. T&T. I loved him.
“Hello,” I said when I saw him coming.
He wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans that didn’t quite fit right and I thought that maybe he was James Dean’s ghost. I had put on a dress and done my makeup, big swooping cat eyes like I sometimes saw on those girls at the bar on Fourth Street. He probably didn’t even notice. It was almost pitch black outside.
“If it isn’t my shadow,” he drawled.
I introduced myself.
“Twyla.”
But he kept calling me shadow. His name was Tate. Twyla and Tate. T&T. I loved him.