I'm socially awkward.
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THIS IS A 100 WORDS CONTEST ENTRY
For Keeps
Published by KRISTEL | Sunday, December 19, 2010 4:41 AM
BR 100 Word Contest. Memories of being nineteen.
The car hums softly in neutral, seven minutes after her curfew, as we sit together in silence, the almost end to a perfect date. She tells me to close my eyes and then traces her finger in the palm of my hand. Slow, angled strokes, letters overwriting themselves, but I can't imagine the shapes.
She leans over and kisses my cheek, but before I can remind myself to breathe, she’s already reaching for the door.
"What was that?" I ask.
"My initials," she smiles, and like handwriting scribbled on the inside of a t-shirt, I am hers to keep.