Missed Connections--a throwback to past writing
This story recently appeared in Spitfire Literary:
https://spitfirelitmag.com/issues/december-2018/missed-connections/
Missed Connections
by Jane Hertenstein
You were ahead of me in line at the Corner Bakery on State and Wabash, getting a salad, and you had on black pants and a very flattering white sweater. I was a few spots back, wearing a black coat, and I’m pretty sure we made eye contact numerous times. I wanted to say hello, but you were with a group of friends and I thought it might be awkward.
Yesterday I was riding my bike down Glenview and someone yelled my name, hey Sonja! Who was it?
Hey there, saw you at the pop machine just 30 minutes ago. You had on a tie-dyed T-shirt and I was sitting at the table next to the window checking you out. You looked and smiled. Wanna chat?
Tim, I said I needed a little time, but it’s been three weeks. Please call.
To the guy I made out with last night at the Fireside Bar—I lost your number. You wrote it on a tiny piece of paper I must’ve misplaced. Anyway, if you see this, I’ll be there again tonight.
We were on the train this morning, same car. You got on at Fullerton and I scooched over, and you sat down. I said nice shoes. You said thanks and read your Red Eye. Are you gay? Here’s hoping—reply, okay?
Ashley’s boss entered the room and she made Missed Connections disappear and reverted to her call center screen.
https://spitfirelitmag.com/issues/december-2018/missed-connections/
Missed Connections
by Jane Hertenstein
You were ahead of me in line at the Corner Bakery on State and Wabash, getting a salad, and you had on black pants and a very flattering white sweater. I was a few spots back, wearing a black coat, and I’m pretty sure we made eye contact numerous times. I wanted to say hello, but you were with a group of friends and I thought it might be awkward.
Yesterday I was riding my bike down Glenview and someone yelled my name, hey Sonja! Who was it?
Hey there, saw you at the pop machine just 30 minutes ago. You had on a tie-dyed T-shirt and I was sitting at the table next to the window checking you out. You looked and smiled. Wanna chat?
Tim, I said I needed a little time, but it’s been three weeks. Please call.
To the guy I made out with last night at the Fireside Bar—I lost your number. You wrote it on a tiny piece of paper I must’ve misplaced. Anyway, if you see this, I’ll be there again tonight.
We were on the train this morning, same car. You got on at Fullerton and I scooched over, and you sat down. I said nice shoes. You said thanks and read your Red Eye. Are you gay? Here’s hoping—reply, okay?
Ashley’s boss entered the room and she made Missed Connections disappear and reverted to her call center screen.
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