We had chemistry ninth period under sweaty florescence and mutual distraction. My heart spun centrifuge-like into exhausted dreams of Katie. Standing on her parents’ porch, I approach in slow-motion. Her freckled smile, glistening chestnut eyes, smelling strawberry Jolly Rancher, auburn hair tangled and sun kissed. I stuttered. Nerves trembling when she said she loved me too.
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I like the 55 format here, Adam–it worked out really well for this little trip back to chemistry class, and those first independent chemistry experiments, which as I recall were always more fun. Lots of endorphins and good writing in this one shoot.
Nice shot, Adam! And using those chemistry classes, too–brilliant hint at the ‘chemistry’ going on, those adrenaline flushes from hormone spurts. Don’t everyone recall this? And isn’t the purity of those times nostalgic? And you’ve got it all in one ‘flash’! Thanks for sharing!
Nostalgic high school…ah yes…back to the young days of romance. So sweet, so silly – sounds like certain daydreams from back in the day, certainly. It’s that clumsy, uncertain first love that we always look back on with a smile…nicely done, Adam.