Delmar tore up turf while Myrna scooped up kitty litter. He threw pigskins while she claimed _Charlotte’s Web_ on her list of favorite books. Every day he sat in the center of the lunchroom, surrounded by activity that had nothing to do with food, while she remained on the periphery of coolness, slurping cream of tomato soup from a Thermos. Delmar moved his head from side to side to catch sight of Myrna through the shifting bodies of the cafeteria. She looked content in her isolation, resting one hand on the page of her book while the other raised steaming soup to her lips. The sunlight through the windows behind Myrna surrounded her in a glow, like she was circled in bright yellow highlighter. _This girl, here. Take note._ Emotions don’t need explanation -- if they did, they’d be rational and not a sensation that erupted within him like Mentos in Diet Coke. So Delmar remained satisfied with his infatuation, inexplicable as it was, as long as no one made him take it further than lunchroom lust. 2008-01-25T20:11:10Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/17528 <p>Mentos in diet coke as an emotional simile&#8230; amazingly postmodern.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/17528?basename=36456 2008-01-25T20:11:10Z White Hat http://ficlets.com/authors/whitehat <p>Nice similes! Perfect capture of their differences, and why this infatuation MUST remain secret. (or not..please say not&#8230;and continue!)</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/17528?basename=32723 2008-01-05T00:19:52Z Mistress Elsha Hawk http://ficlets.com/authors/mistress_elsha_hawk <p>well written i can see the events happen. Beautifuly illustrated</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/17528?basename=32579 2008-01-04T03:32:07Z Apostrophe http://ficlets.com/authors/murphyrose27