Tonight I was on my way to my last date with Danny. We both agreed that it was time to end it. Reluctantly on my part, firm and resolute on hers. Harvard was only part of it. Her parents dreaded the though to me as a possible son in law. Danny, could not see a future in which I behaved like a responsible adult. And I couldn’t see a future in which I acted like the responsible adult they expected. So the end.
As a group, we were going to a dance. Looking back to that time, it’s interesting to see all my friends emerging from adolescence into adulthood. Clint had a job at Xerox. Michelle was continuing her study of dance, and Danny was looking forward to the fall semester at Harvard. Young adults in the offing.
I have few memories of the dance itself. Things resolved into focus when the band began to play the song “Stay.” That song made whole my feelings about the night, the relationship, and my hopes for a future I was cut off from. One part of me wanted to drag time backward to have again what we all had had together, but of course, I couldn’t.
None of us could “stay.” We were all little eighteen-year-old rocketships bound to see the universe.
Ready to hear the next installment. You have a very addictive writing style. For the reader, that is.
Thank you!
Lovely!
You made that feel very real, and now I want to know what happened next.
A number of my Greenwich Village stories in the Folkie tag are related. Thanks for reading!
Thanks, I will check those out.