Sue Vincent’s Echo, “Coming Of Age” fetched a brief moment of my youthful past that came dashing to the forefront. Oh my.
I think I was fourteen when I met Sharon at a concession at the county fair. We shared a bench and bonded. Her full lips, sandy colored hair, brown eyes and lilting, gentle voice literally sent me into orbit. Sadly, her home was more than one hundred miles distant. For someone with such limited means as I, seeing her couldn’t have been more difficult.
Sharon was experienced and she used her knowledge to my disadvantage. Each letter was finished off with a blotting of her lipstick. The moment I unsealed her envelope I was overcome by the faint scent of her perfume.