My First Kiss Is Destiny
The New Girl
It’s the middle of the night. I’m all alone at our neighborhood’s basketball goal. Little did I know there was an audience of one, keeping track of my makes.
I’m up to 30, I’m walking back to the line, I hear a screen door creep open and close.
I look up to see a shadowy vision approach. The vision has a smooth, unassuming gait and a womanly…