Two years of stolen glances and shared smile didn't give him the courage to propose to her.
What did it mean? What did it all mean?
Everyone in the room looked, nodded and listened. I mean it was all they could do. At the party Lisa danced with everyone.
The joy was infectious. The joy was sibylline.
At one point Mark interjected. He said "well I have never interjected before".
The music went around and around. Flat and black like the world we were escaping. Around mid-night, someone put punch in the LSD.
We continued dancing till dawn, but really by that time, everyone was in love with everyone else. Sex was something mum and dad did. We only wanted the tie dye explosion. We only wanted the gleaming plastic inevitable.
When Lisa pressed her lips on my tweeter it was all OVER!
We knew it at that moment but looking back now seems like a dream. A dream where you end up at school and get undressed for the test? it was just never going to happen.
© Sandra