STRONG
by Ted Richer
1.
So, I pass the shrine on Boylston.
. . .
She calls out my name.
. . .
I turn—and see her.
. . .
“You passed right by,” she says.
. . .
“I didn’t see you,” I say.
. . .
“You never did,” she says.
2.
“Why, where were you?” she says.
. . .
“Why, where?” I say.
. . .
She points down—into the shrine.
. . .
“At my desk,” I say.
. . .
“I should have known,” she says.
. . .
“I’m on my way,” I say.
3.
So, I turn—and pass on along Boylston.
. . .
“Write it right,” she calls out.
Copyright © 2013 by Ted Richer.
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