Meniscus, Vol 6 Issue 1 p. 97
WHEN I CATCH sight of Lori at the traffic lights, my heart does a kind of flip. This is my opportunity to explain everything to her. Coherently. Logically. I wave to catch her attention. For a moment, I think she hasn’t seen me.
Alice is waving madly at me from down the street. I recognise her edgy wiriness before I actually see her. It would be easy to look away but that’s unkind. Cameron sometimes says I am too kind but that’s just how I am.
But then she waves back and walks slowly towards me.
When she gets closer I see she has had her hair cut short. What’s left is so spiky she might almost be bald.