“Easy peasy, lemon squeezy,” Josie whispered as she dotted
the last “i” and crossed the final “t” on her application. College-bound some twenty years too late, but
back she was going. No more
excuses. Her daughter was eying
graduate schools, her job was about to be flushed and the last date she’d been
on was with a man who’d spent the night canonizing his mother.
It was time to make some changes in her life.
Josie packed up her purse, grabbed the finished paperwork
and tossed her empty Styrofoam coffee cup into the trash. Instead of requesting an application by mail
or downloading one she’d gone to the school and filled it out there—reducing
the chances of chickening out.
One thing she hadn’t counted on was the overwhelming fear washing
over her body as she stood in line at the registrar’s office. How could she do this? She thought, holding
the packet of paper up in front of her.
She was too old to immerse herself in college life. Her eyes darted to the dyed, pierced and tattooed
youth walking passed her—she could be each and every one of their mothers.
“All you have to do is turn it in to the lady at the desk,
beautiful. It’s easy…” The hushed voice filled her head even as his
large warm body surrounded her from behind—touching, yet not.
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Oh, yeah, now that's my idea of college life. Mr. Sexy behind me, encouraging me.
ReplyDeleteOooh, me too, Savanna! Heck, a college promised me my own stud muffin, study partner...I might find my way back! hehe
ReplyDeleteGot linked over from SundayScribblings and loved this! Such a... sexy take on so simplistic a prompt.
ReplyDeleteInsert here a great writers saying.
Thanks Anonymous! And thanks for stopping by... :)
ReplyDeleteIntriguing lol (fix josie in the first line! I hate when I do that) so is he real? Is he a ghost? Hmmm I am curious and want more!
ReplyDeleteLOL...thanks for catching that, Dee. :) Yep, fingers were being naughty that day it seems.
ReplyDeleteOh, he's not a ghost. He's definitely real, but might not be quite human. ~wink~