He was in my class,
attended the same college,
never knew my name.
*
Six foot tall; dark hair,
girls hung onto every word.
What chance did I have?
*
Short, unsporty, me,
never even got a ‘Hi!’
Then my luck changes:
*
At a train station,
you glance along the platform
to where I’m standing.
*
My secret crush smiles.
Disarmed, I wink and smile back.
Then she emerges.
***
Teresa Renton has a first-class degree in English Linguistics and Language Creativity from the Open University. Her work has previously been published in Flash Fiction Magazine, Across the Margin, Stick Figure Poetry, 101 Words, and 50 Give or Take
About the Creator
Teresa Renton
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
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