11 may 2012

the grass was that dark green of july, when it's not so much growing anymore as simply surviving the swelter, but it was early and the heat hadn't built yet and the blades were cool against her bare soles as she walked out to the mailbox to retrieve today's newspaper and yesterday's allotment of to-occupant glossies. there was a circular from the national grocery chain and one of those slick enthusiastic postcards from the enterprising young dentist who'd moved to town last february. if you asked her, she'd tell you she wished she was not just another anonymous neighbor to the enterprising young dentist, but when a man is interested in teeth, it's difficult to attract his attention when you haven't got a one in your head.