The PartingKim Young
The street echoes nothing but the muffled steps of two girls leaving the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Not a car, not the sound of their slippered feet. The tip of the girls’ lit cigarettes, the blink and tick of a turn signal as a truck appears and slows to a crawl. Some face, a jaw, two eyes like fish, fall on the girls where they last meet. So scared were the girls at the signal where each would go her separate way and climb back quietly into her bedroom window. Such a small girl who begs the tall girl to please please walk her home.
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