The Lending Library

by Aliza Fogelson

now. I mean, sure,

any lips touching mine besides . . . those lips . . . the ones I’d planned to be loyal to for the rest of my life. Maybe he had changed his mind about that promise . . . he obviously had changed his mind . . . and skipped town to no-one-knew-where . . . but when I tried to envision the spine-tingling pleasure of someone new, my body revolted. It was impossible. More time, I reassured myself. That’s what you need. One afternoon, when I was walking on a woodsy path