And Then She Was Gone

The redhead girl on the blacktop, the girl at the back of the room who you swear looked at you up and down, the girl at the party that you didn’t have the nerve to ask to dance, the girl you see upon first sight and know that she is the one—we all know them. We all experience them. We all crave the moments that last lifetimes. But we also all experience that one moment—the moment she is gone. Read the treatise of an asperging daydreamer who sees life circuitously where the past, present, and fut...