Sweet Dreams
I reach into my hair for my pencil, pull out one long, loose curl that falls down against my neck.
“Well, if you don’t need anything…”I begin to say.
“Wait.”He stammers fidgeting a little bit, well I guess his friends had finally let him on the know.
“Yes?”
He lowers his eyes and picks up a book from the counter in front of me. It’s"Wet Dreams" by Josie frank. The boy’s palm covers the illustration on the front cover. He flips the book sideways and runs his finger down the spine.
Now comes the break point. Will he ask, or will he leave here with only a book. The boy swallows. I can hear the sound as loud as if it was my own throat. He slides the book across the counter toward me. His fingers