breasted, fiery-haired, “won’t take
no for an answer” temptation.
I swear I will never do such
an idiotic thing again. Nikki
means too much to me. I stop,
dig out my cell phone, excise
Leah’s number from its memory
bank. All’s well that ends well.
SPARKS HAS TALENT
So much talent that the city now
hosts two of these imitation bad
reality TV shows every year, on
July Fourth and at Hometowne
Christmas. A group of hopeful
singers, dancers, and baton twirlers
paces on one side of the stage.
The audience is likely all friends
and family members, plus a few
curious onlookers and people
just trying to get inside, out of the cold.
Montana is across the room, in deep
conversation with some guy.
His back is to me, but his posture
tells me much. The guy thinks a lot
of himself. Montana sees me
and smiles. The guy turns his
head to see who she’s smiling at,
and before I can
even discern
his eyes, I know they’re piebald.