Breakfast of the Gods

“Well?” she prompted. “Well?” he returned. They both fidgeted, itching in their for­mal wear. She flashed a sudden, brilliant smile, an adrenaline-fueled grin, and he very nearly lost all of his pretended composure. Her eyes danced in the half light, color high in her cheeks. She started to unpin her corsage and he giggled — […]

As his hands mapped the ball’s rough surface, he could hear and smell the summers of long ago, those primary-colored days of abandon and laughter. He was aware of his tendency to roman­ticize his childhood; he knew that his remembered back yard freedom was a self-fabricated lie (she had told him as much in one […]