When I lived in the UK I went to an all girls posh school where I never really fit in. One year, in the “summer Olympics” they organized I beat the fastest girl in class in all the races. All I could think was- kiss my ass bitches, but I thought it in the wordless way a twelve year old thinks things she cannot express.
"We stood on the sidelines in jackets and lip gloss and bare legs, aware of each other in a way that was equal parts nonchalant and intense." Beautiful.
There is something almost god-like about being able to run that fast, isn't there? I loved this fallen idol story and that glorious line, "Tiger stole the down booties."
Deirdre, this sent me back to an ancient memory. I was in Kindergarten, and my grandfather asked me if I had a best friend. I told him yes and that my best friend could run faster than anyone. I'm positive of all that. I believe the name of this runner was Tor, but of the name I'm not certain.
Your post was my madeleine. Had not thought of "Tor" or that conversation in over fifty years. Thank you!
The tiger steals fast— food from others. Claw knives steel blades cut deep slashes— in side remains the pain not felt when he’s caught; there is no gain but a “free” meal inside a cage to chew on stealing stuff, leftovers in his own life unresolved.
When I lived in the UK I went to an all girls posh school where I never really fit in. One year, in the “summer Olympics” they organized I beat the fastest girl in class in all the races. All I could think was- kiss my ass bitches, but I thought it in the wordless way a twelve year old thinks things she cannot express.
Amazing! And I don’t know you but I know for sure you are still that same exact person who said kiss my ass bitches!
I don’t give them that much thought these days 🤣
How helpful would it have been if someone could have seen my future and warned me of a few things!!
Ha! Exactly!
what a great piece
Thank you!
Are we talking butter, butcher or paring knife?
Ha! we are talking about the knife (not steak) from the table setting at dinner...so closer to butter than butcher!
"We stood on the sidelines in jackets and lip gloss and bare legs, aware of each other in a way that was equal parts nonchalant and intense." Beautiful.
There is something almost god-like about being able to run that fast, isn't there? I loved this fallen idol story and that glorious line, "Tiger stole the down booties."
Thank you Jeffrey, I love that, there is something godlike, it's true.
Deirdre, this sent me back to an ancient memory. I was in Kindergarten, and my grandfather asked me if I had a best friend. I told him yes and that my best friend could run faster than anyone. I'm positive of all that. I believe the name of this runner was Tor, but of the name I'm not certain.
Your post was my madeleine. Had not thought of "Tor" or that conversation in over fifty years. Thank you!
Oh wow, thank you! I love hearing that.
The tiger steals fast— food from others. Claw knives steel blades cut deep slashes— in side remains the pain not felt when he’s caught; there is no gain but a “free” meal inside a cage to chew on stealing stuff, leftovers in his own life unresolved.