Some Kind of Novel

Chapter One

I didn't know why I was there. Other than to meet him. Everything happened while I watched. Trying not to be in the way. Everyone ate their sandwiches. Drenched in mayonnaise. Shuffled in salt and pepper. While I tried to recall my breakfast. Stale wheat chex in an ocean of skim milk.

I had on my ugly jeans. The ones I wore when I just didn't care. The ones that were too tight at the waist and too wide in the thighs. And a grey long sleeve t-shirt with Yahoo emblazoned on the chest.

It was June.

His shorts ran down his legs as he walked. Carrying heavy, empty boxes. His cellphone sounded like he was expected. Waited on.

And my thoughts hesitated for a moment as I was forced to overhear.

But something told me that didn't matter.

I still don't know why I was there. Other than to meet him.