Where to Start?

Where to Start?

I was standing in front of the office building at Temple Square.  Pacing.  I amazed myself actually because I had thought pacing from nerves, worries, or stress was really only an action actors were directed to do in movies to show the audience just how anxious they really were.  However, there I was, up on the concrete, marching along the flowers that seemed to be laughing at just how much more beautiful they were than me.  Damn lilies.

I stopped pacing and left that kind of nervous walk to the fictional characters. I slowly turned about the Square, looking for someone I knew I couldn’t find.  I put my hand to my forehead. Sweaty.  I ran my fingers through my hair. Thin. I patted the skirt of my dress down. Wrinkles.  I scrunched my toes inside the web of my sandals. Dirty. 

Then he was there.  “Are you Jade?”  

I took a deep breathe. Yes.

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Black Eye

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