Vol. XIX No. 6
March 2004

In My Fantasies

By LUKE RINDERKNECHT

I went to her room, knocked twice and tried the handle. She was gone, or sleeping. Or simply not answering the door. I left a note with a smile on her door and turned to leave. Momentarily blinded as the setting sun caught my eye, I fumbled for the handle, and kept my free hand raised slightly until my sight eased back. There she was, rounding the corner. "Is everything alright?" she asked.

"Oh, hi. Yeah. Why?"

"You look like you're ready to pounce."

"Oh. I'm just steadying myself. Listen, I'm glad I ran into you, do you have a moment?"

"Not really. Can it wait?"

"Um, sure, I guess, sure. No problem. Bye then."

"Call me."

"Right."

We passed so close the air swirling behind her cooled my bare arms. I went hesitatingly on my way, wondering if I had her number.

Luke Rinderknecht is a third-year percussion student.

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