Funk

 I felt
my funk creep back in.  Ryan and I hadn’t
spent a lot of time together.  We were in
different stages in our lives.  With him
working days he was usually leaving the bar just as I was getting there.  We’d skied together a hand full of times,
passed each other in a bar, and had a beer together now and then, but no real
length of time.  I was surprised at how
comfortable I felt with him.  When he smiled
at me I realized I was staring at him lost in my thoughts.




Lisa Loomis (Casanova Cowboy-a novel)