From January, 2019

The Back Page Chronicles

Three hooded figures walk into The Back Page, I was sipping a Bulmers, waiting for one of them. The first has black hair and hazel eyes. He’s about my height, and he’s from California. He was my teenage dream, my first real crush. We went on dates, refusing to call them so. He was my first dance, my first car ride with the windows down, my first dictionary filled with inside jokes. He sits down across from me and looks me squarely in the eye. “It’s been a long time” I say, “How have you been? It’s really good to…