“What is your favorite genre of book?” I wasn’t prepared to answer her question, “Um, I don’t know. I read lots of non-fiction.” As a swan it seemed her duckling days prepared her for conversations with awkward folk like myself, “That is unfortunate for you, I think this is the wrong venue,” waving her hand as if she were Vana White on Wheel of Fortune. Detailed costume enthusiasts passed never noticing the odd man in shorts and t-shirt with messenger slung across his shoulder. “It is true,” with nothing left to say we smiled and parted ways.
We the people. Three words starting the most influential document in history. A document that united a collection of states to fight against tyranny. The first three words to the preamble of the Constitution of the United States is America. We as a nation fought England, we fought against fascists, we fought against communism. We as a nation changed the world. We as a nation we can come together again.
She walked into the room. He looked at her, she at him and they smiled. He knows she is going home with him tonight. She walked toward him smiling. “Bea, I need a drink,” passing by to embrace her friend chatting with the group he could not see. He looks down at the cocktail napkin matted against the sweaty glass of whiskey on the rocks, watered down from standing too long alone. She will never know the awkward moment averted by his shyness.