The first time I saw her, I was atop the geodesic dome. Her perfect caramel skin and flowing black hair enthralled me, even across the playground. An unfamiliar lightness swirled in my stomach. I turned to my friend to inquire, “Who’s that new kid?”
Her name was Sonora. Suddenly the wood-chip air turned lovely sweet.
* * * * * FFF-55 Vol. LXII. Tell a story in exactly fifty-five words. Go see G-Man.