The predawn light filtered into the 24-hour diner as the paramedic finished up her supper. The entry bell chimed, alerting her to the sleepy construction worker’s arrival. She was determined to say “hi” this time.
Her radio crackled to life just as he sat down for breakfast.
Every darn time.
Kelsey Josephson is an introvert who enjoys connecting with others through writing and mixed media. She lives with her husband, two young children, and a very sensible cat. She can be found blogging about planning, journaling, creativity, and how those three things tie into self-care at simplykelseyjo.com.
“Hand me the paint brush, would you?” she said.
As I handed her the brush, our fingers met, and a little zap of electricity ran through my body.
Did she feel that? No. She didn’t. She never does.
I pick up the paintbrush and don’t look back.
She likes to write about life and the feelings that go along with it. What can be seen can always be told.
When we met, I liked your bright rain boots and your shy little smile, so I never told you that you weren’t actually the woman the missed connections ad had been intended for. And by the time I kissed you, coffee breath and all, it no longer seemed to matter.
Karen Gilmore struggles with brevity. Her writing has appeared in The Globe and Mail and McSweeney’s Internet Tendency.