What's the prettiest thing you ever saw?
Maybe it was a sunrise over the smooth
sands of some little pocket of a beach in
Gloucester, or a giant ice cream cone, piled
high with scoops of Rocky Road, and drizzled
sloppily with hot fudge.
The prettiest thing I ever saw wasn't really
a thing, she was well, a she. She sat in front
of me in Mr. Willis' history class, her hair fell
down her back in a smooth, chocolatey curtain
Her delicate legs were crossed over one another,
toes pointed against the linoleum.
Her name was Minerva Ripple, Minnie for short.
She had been in my classes for years upon years.
She nibble-nibble-nibbled on the ends of her rumpled
hair and always pushed her glasses up her nose. She
was nice, and quiet. It was eleventh grade when I
I could have cared less about the revolutionary
war. There was already a musical about it.
(What more did I need to cram for a stupid
She turned to face me, and her soft brown
eyes enveloped mine, and I felt my cheeks
"You got a pencil?" She asked me.
I nodded like the meathead everyone
thought I was. I was on the football team.
(Those cliches are real, by the way.)
I handed her the one that sat on my
desk. The one with my teethmarks - God,
I was so stupid. She only offered me
a grin and said "Thanks".
Then the bell rang. Everyone shuffled for the door,
yakking and gabbing about whatever, but I only
watched her, Minerva, as she got up slowly,
moving delicately and deliberately.
Like the ballerina she was.
She gave me my pencil back.
"You're welcome." I said
back, but only in my head.
I nodded again. And watched
as she floated out the door, practically.
She was my sunrise over the beach.
I just didn't know it yet.
This is a republish of an old story I wrote on a different account.