Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

Mostly we kept to ourselves. Between classes we kicked the ball, or told each other stories, some true. It’s the girls we were interested in, and you were, no doubt, ahead of me.

They looked at us too, we knew, we could hear them giggling. It used to worry me, but not you. It would take me some years to gain the same confidence. Were we gifted? We thought so, I am no longer so sure.

What I know is that I remember your name, out of a few thousand people I have since met, and yours is one of very few names I can now recall. That, and your smile.

Image: Odilon Redon, La barque mystique