Someday was standing on the gravel in front of Bert’s store, collar turned up against the cold.
I knew right off. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been expecting her. Once, when she was an infant, I had imagined her. The grown version demanded a quick revision. She was a stalk. Maybe a twenty-four-inch waist, a bust not much bigger.
–by Juris Jurjevics
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