First Kiss

Some things... you never forget.

And so it was - as I prepared to attend my 20 year high school reunion - that I looked forward to seeing again the object of my pre-teen desire... the little girl with dark hair and eyes I kissed one day as we walked from school.

The little girl I had grown up with yet lost track of by the time we got to 12th grade.

So, as I stepped from the shower - dried - then moved to my closet - my mind took me back over and over again to that day... a day that had found us looking both ways as we crossed the train tracks.

A day that had found us stopping midway as we cut through the field... deciding as we did to sit then lay back in the tall grass and talk of The Beatles and the short story due the next day in english... before deciding as we did to kiss.

So yes - now dressed and ready to go I was off to find my first kiss.

And once found... I would pull her aside and smile as I confessed she had been the first one - that it was great to see her again - how she hadn't changed and was still the prettiest girl in school... then watch as her grin grew to a large smile confirming she remembered as well that afternoon of so many years before.

Regrettably - my first kiss didn't attend the reunion.

Her picture - posted with a few others on an announcement board having stood in for her instead.

She had died of a drug overdose the summer after graduation... she had been dead for 20 years - and I was sad.

pdc

Reviews

[Rusteesgirl]

Its a good cute story but expand the middle is good the start is okay but work on the the end. And I was sad? I'm sure any reader could have guessed that. I would expand the entire thing and go more into detail its okay to have a longer story and I would sing space it but over all great!