by Mickey HuntA bright spring noon and there’s Nicole, sitting at the café table along the sidewalk. “Lauren!” she says and jumps up. “Wow. So glad you came. A wonderful reunion for my birthday.”
We hug and
I say, “You look so good, Nicole.”
“You do, too.”
“I can’t believe it’s been, how many? Five years since graduation?”
“Yeah!” Nicole says. “We’re really looking forward to your concert tonight.”
“My first in Asheville. Here’s a . . . Here’s a present for you. I hope it's not too big.”
Nicole reaches into the decorative bag and lifts out a snowy white hoodie emblazoned with a Duke Blue Devil. “Perfect, it’s perfect!” she says, holding it up...
“You do, too.”
“I can’t believe it’s been, how many? Five years since graduation?”
“Yeah!” Nicole says. “We’re really looking forward to your concert tonight.”
“My first in Asheville. Here’s a . . . Here’s a present for you. I hope it's not too big.”
Nicole reaches into the decorative bag and lifts out a snowy white hoodie emblazoned with a Duke Blue Devil. “Perfect, it’s perfect!” she says, holding it up...
"The Cruller Twist" (956 words) a "literary" story, is available for publication. It was a finalist in the 2016 Neoverse writing competition. Read it HERE.
It's been rejection a number of times. Right now I'm sending it out to several places simultaneously, to academic literary publications that allow this and take a long time to get back to you.
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