Monthly Archives: February 2007

Oliver, Part I: Stirrings

He had an old person’s name; he didn’t look like a teenager. We met at church 13 years ago, when I was in eighth grade and he in ninth. His hair was long and fine; he had wide, flushed, radiant cheeks and green eyes. His two comrades, Mike and Jesse, were tall, willowy, and widely admired by brainy, rebellious teenage girls. Continue reading