Marjorie was my first crush. She had long black hair and was very popular. I was enamored with her and proposed marriage. We were in second grade. Our class was organized in straight rows. I sat near the front and she sat several seats behind me. I proposed by telling the girl behind me (I don’t remember her name) and she relayed it down the line. Marjorie returned a flat rejection back up the line, with an implied message, “you’re weird.” Being a second grader I quickly moved on to other things. We lived in the same neighborhood but did not travel in the same circles. She was a cheerleader in high school. One homecoming I drove my convertible in a parade and she, with her teammates, road in the back seat waving to the crowds. I doubt she remembered me, but I remembered her. After high school I don’t know what happened to her. She will always be a phantom in my memories.
About Me
Indie author and self taught artist, creating for over fifty years, also a former corporate lawyer and systems manager … and other assorted vocations. Writing is my passion. I just released my first science fiction novel, Escape From Desolation, eBook and paperback. More information at my author page: http://escapefromdesolation.com


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