I know the moment our eyes meet through the cliché of a crowded room, that it will someday end.
We try to look at each other while trying not to look at each other; someday we won't be able to stand the sight of one another. As I make my way toward you, I wonder how long it will be before I'm avoiding you.
I summon the courage to ask you a stupid question. You give a stupid reply. We don't care, we're just
happy to be talking. We're far from the days of calling each other “morons”.
Right now we hang on every word, wanting to learn all we can about each other. Long before those days
of ignoring and trying to forget.
I ask for your number. You gladly scrawl it on the back of a business card. I'll stare at those handwritten digits all night, never thinking about the day I’d dread seeing that number come up on my caller ID.
You make me comfortable, but I know the future discomfort you will bring.
At the end of the night, I ask to walk you to your car. You're thrilled. Someday we'll take the same car to a party. Then we'll be back to separate vehicles even though we live together.
After a few minutes of awkward chatter, I move in for the first kiss. I love the feeling of your lips against mine. A sweet new taste. Long before the foul morning kiss. Long before that kiss good-bye.
Author Bio:
Tom Misuraca studied Writing, Publishing and Literature at Emerson College in Boston before moving to Los Angeles. Over 80 of his short stories and two novels have been published. Most recently, his story, Text Roulette was published in The Helix Literary Magazine. He is also a multi-award winning playwright with over 100 shot plays and 11 full-lengths produced globally. His musical, Geeks!, was produced Off-Broadway in May 2019.
We try to look at each other while trying not to look at each other; someday we won't be able to stand the sight of one another. As I make my way toward you, I wonder how long it will be before I'm avoiding you.
I summon the courage to ask you a stupid question. You give a stupid reply. We don't care, we're just
happy to be talking. We're far from the days of calling each other “morons”.
Right now we hang on every word, wanting to learn all we can about each other. Long before those days
of ignoring and trying to forget.
I ask for your number. You gladly scrawl it on the back of a business card. I'll stare at those handwritten digits all night, never thinking about the day I’d dread seeing that number come up on my caller ID.
You make me comfortable, but I know the future discomfort you will bring.
At the end of the night, I ask to walk you to your car. You're thrilled. Someday we'll take the same car to a party. Then we'll be back to separate vehicles even though we live together.
After a few minutes of awkward chatter, I move in for the first kiss. I love the feeling of your lips against mine. A sweet new taste. Long before the foul morning kiss. Long before that kiss good-bye.
Author Bio:
Tom Misuraca studied Writing, Publishing and Literature at Emerson College in Boston before moving to Los Angeles. Over 80 of his short stories and two novels have been published. Most recently, his story, Text Roulette was published in The Helix Literary Magazine. He is also a multi-award winning playwright with over 100 shot plays and 11 full-lengths produced globally. His musical, Geeks!, was produced Off-Broadway in May 2019.
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