Dead Eyed Girls

Sometimes random memories will flash into my mind. I think today it was just the thought of reading a book that made me remember a scene from this summer. I was sitting on the steps below a statue in the park. It was cloudy, but the sky opened up as a sort of spotlight on the place where I sat. I was wearing a denim jacket and a flowery dress, reading a book. What book was it? Something thick and old. I had placed myself there strategecially to be seen by the person I was waiting for. I was trying to look cute and intelligent and thoughtful. Sitting on the steps, reading a book. But when I saw him walking toward me, I realized how obvious I was. How naive and transparent I was then.