In the conversation that followed, we recalled the June day, over ten years ago, when we had first sat next to each other in a public speaking class. She teasingly reminded me how shy I had been.
I pictured her back then, sharing scenes from her social life: her stories a playful medley, drawing me in, subverting my best defenses. High school I had spent seeking refuge in a social cubbyhole. Finding myself seated next to this blonde, lissome girl proved a culture shock. I might as well have shared a desk with the goddess Athena; our early conversations had been that one-sided. Linda had been patient with her shy neighbor, and gradually our conversations became a partnership. Through getting to know her, I had stepped into the sunlight. Seeing her again, I wanted to share this, but it came out this way: βI still think of our conversations before class. You were quite the raconteur.β
Great post π
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Sunday romance… ah what a perfect setting* π on that picture! π
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and only a short drive from me. The creek and surrounding woods is a nature preserve held by the University of Michigan.
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Awesome setting for romantic story π or quote πΊπΊ
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Or wait…maybe crime? π±π±
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I did see a rattlesnake there once. Symbolism, anyone? Foreshadowing?
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Snake π Omg maybe Medusa? You see this is already the beginning of the story…π
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ha ha… your creative imagination is in good form!
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πππ thank u
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Very nice Tom. Take care and thank you for visiting and following my blog.
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Thanks, Kelly
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