A Day on the Job
She sighed and became so breathless that she felt as if she put the weight of the big, blue, happy world (except for her) down. She clicked to send the text message on her small, silver phone, that she had trouble pushing the vowel buttons down on. She had just sent the message, as even more of a trail of her family’s never-ending texts of jokes where they all made sense, but only part of her family understood even part of her simple, meek mind. Oh no. Had her large sigh snagged any attention from her co-workers? One in particular; how she always longed for one more glance those dark, hidden, deep brown eyes, like he would ever notice her as more than what she was. A frizzy brown-haired, clear blue-eyed, short high-school girl. They couldn’t be that far apart in age, could they? She even remembered her trippy feet sauntering clumsily in her old gray sneakers’ freshmen year past his, in his home, in the senior hallway. Even his feet were handsome enough to make her blush. Her eyes that ...