As I confess my darkest sin,
Andre was in his office going over the list of baby names his wife, Maxine, and he had chosen. There were so many lines and x’s on the paper, one would think it was a crossword puzzle sheet. Andre loved the names Anna Grace Johnson or Rianne Marie Johnson for their little girl, but Maxine was stuck on one name and one name only. Aura Joy. Aura Joy Johnson. He could hear her voice now: “Aura Joy... like Our Joy. C’mon, Andre. It’s sweet!”
I remember when I was eighteen and looking forward to the weekend,
“Just stop, please!” Cheryl screamed while tears rolled down her face. “Let us go, dammit!” She was kicking her feet fiercely and her chestnut-red hair covered her face. It was energy wasted. The black-masked man just looked her direction and chuckled.
I hope whatever thrill you’re seeking,
Two years ago today you paid for my yearbook so I could hold onto memories,