The beginning of the semester was normal, and she laughed and giggled with her friends. Come December, when the wind was beginning to blow and Jack Frost cold on his icicle heels was beginning to show his careful artistry, she was lost in his eyes. His eyes that were so careful when they watched her, worried that if he looked too hard, she might shatter under his gaze.
She, however, lived carefree and careless.
And by January, she left with an A, and he left with his pink slip.
Author's Note:
I kinda had a crush on my history TA in college, and went into this 'what if?' lapse in my writing. There's this, a short story, and I think something else that came out of this. It was a tester for a flash fiction assignment.
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