A fiftieth high school reunion reunites two people who shared a first kiss all those years ago.
(from Best American Short Stories 2004)
A beautiful, breathtaking story. It’s got something to say about milestones, how they happened, whether you remember them or not, how they aren’t quite what you think they are at the time.
Some of the sentences are spectacularly winding, without losing you on the journey:
Had they kicked fallen leaves as they walked through town,
along the Alton Pike with its trolley tracks, into the
rectilinear streets of brick row houses, and then on to
Elmdale, the section where the streets curved, and the
houses stood alone on their lawns, the lawns weedless
and the houses half-timbered and slate-roofed and
expensive, to the house where Elizanne lived?
along the Alton Pike with its trolley tracks, into the
rectilinear streets of brick row houses, and then on to
Elmdale, the section where the streets curved, and the
houses stood alone on their lawns, the lawns weedless
and the houses half-timbered and slate-roofed and
expensive, to the house where Elizanne lived?
The story is small-town and nostalgic, but not clichéd in any distracting way. If you have a moment, go here and read it for yourself. Ah.
i had to read this story for the english class..a really beautifull, well written story:d..I really enjoyed it