(Author’s note: Hoping to publish some actual stories in the near future. It’s more that right now I just need to survive the next three months at work. Once I get that done with, it’s all better sailing from there. Enjoy my throw back to the past. )
A White Sport Coat (and a Pink Carnation)
by Miles H. Rost
40 years ago, I met a beautiful young lady named Michelle. We were in an art class at a local community center.
We grew close. We dressed up fashionably, to go out dancing and impress our friends on campus.
After each night of dancing, we’d doff our clothing and work on our art, painting each other in all that God gave us.
I told her that I would love her forever.
40 years later, I have bought the building, the old art hall where we met. The art hall that was destroyed by grenades fired by national guardmen.
The hall where she died.