Washington State University: A Short Story
I drifted for a while but finally found myself on the opposite coast, three time zones, and eight states away. There I work as a waitress and took some college course at Washington State University. And there I met Oliver. Wonderful, intelligent, handsome, Oliver. He loved Third Day, Skillet, Matchbox Twenty, and me.
In the fall of my first year at Washington State, I studied a lot in the library. It was quiet and they had the poetry books that I needed for literature. The day before a test I went over to the library desk to ask for a book that I’d placed on reserve earlier.
Two boys were working there. One was short and plump. The other was tall and wore a shirt tucked loosely into old faded blue jeans. I chose him, and asked for my book.
In the fall of my first year at Washington State, I studied a lot in the library. It was quiet and they had the poetry books that I needed for literature. The day before a test I went over to the library desk to ask for a book that I’d placed on reserve earlier.
Two boys were working there. One was short and plump. The other was tall and wore a shirt tucked loosely into old faded blue jeans. I chose him, and asked for my book.