Michelle

"You know who I ran into today?"
"Who's that?"
"Do you remember Michelle, my old roommate?"
"Was she the one with the laugh that sounded like a cuckoo clock falling down stairs?"
Tammy giggled. "Stop that! That was Sue, and she was a very nice girl! No, Michelle lived with me 6 months over at Gerald's Heights."
"Oh, the ninja?"
"Hey, she kept to herself, paid her bills on time, so what if she had a tendency to slip in and out of rooms unnoticed?"

She was attractive, but not the kind that would draw stares over a pint. She was a woman a man might tell his mother about before he told his buddies.

Posted by Gregory Taylor

Grey

Good evening, Senator, the woman in grey had said. She smiled past my protestations that she must be mistaken and kept walking a smooth, even walk down the lamp-lit street. Her hand rested lightly on the arm of her tuxedoed companion, and he did not seem to notice our exchange. In the twenty years since that night, I never saw her outside of my mind's recollections.

This evening she surprised me in the receiving line at the party to celebrate my election. I would have sworn that neither she nor her dress bore any sign of time's passage. At her request I excused myself from the festivities and we left the building to walk beneath the mewling stars. I said nothing throughout our time, as the one question I wanted to ask was the one question I was sure she wouldn't answer. She broke our silence only once, and this to say to a young man in the street, "Good evening, Senator."

Posted by Gregory Taylor