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The Time it Takes to Fall
L...Y...S...A
Her signature was the first thing I fell in love with.
She always had this purple mechanical pencil, the fancy kind, and would take lead and erasers from all her other pencils so she didn’t have to get rid of that one. She never lent it to anyone, even when she had to give out four pencils in one hour. She always had an abundance of pencils.
But she would sign her name on every paper, along with the date, written like you would write a date in Spanish—5th of February, 2014. I could hear the scratch of her pencil across the room as it flew across the paper in her slanted handwriting—an L, then a Y, then an S, and the A, which ended in a swirl. Lysa, or, as everyone called her, Lys.
I longed to call her Lys.
She always had this purple mechanical pencil, the fancy kind, and would take lead and erasers from all her other pencils so she didn’t have to get rid of that one. She never lent it to anyone, even when she had to give out four pencils in one hour. She always had an abundance of pencils.
But she would sign her name on every paper, along with the date, written like you would write a date in Spanish—5th of February, 2014. I could hear the scratch of her pencil across the room as it flew across the paper in her slanted handwriting—an L, then a Y, then an S, and the A, which ended in a swirl. Lysa, or, as everyone called her, Lys.
I longed to call her Lys.