ISSUE 3 / FALL 2005
Issue 3

When I Went Looking for You the First Time
by Stephanie Morgan

Beginning with the places close to home, I remember that day on the hill in the sun. I had thought a picnic, lounging around together on a blanket, would be a nice change. We were never outside much. The blanket I brought was scratchy, but I loved toeing off my sneakers, cooling my hot feet in the summer grass. Seeing the park now, I remember how uncomfortable you seemed, how out of your element. I don't think you meant to snap at me, but my feelings were hurt anyway. I didn't say a word to you the entire way home.

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