Black Eyed Susan

Short Story: Black Eyed Susan

Black Eyed Susan

By

Joseph Devon

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I don’t know that I believe in love at first sight, at least not how The Beatles describe it and all. That being said I think I fell in love with your mother the first time I saw her, I just didn’t know it. Looking back, that first instant, it’s all pretty clear now. Maybe that’s what they mean. I’m just saying it’s not like I went home that night and couldn’t stop thinking about her or anything, she was just another girl. But, looking at it all in reverse, yeah, it was love.

It was summer and we were fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, and we were at the Jersey Shore. Too young to drive anywhere interesting but too old to have fun hanging out in a house full of parents. If you were lucky you might get a ride to a party somewhere with an older brother of a friend, but that was only rarely and usually you had to pay a price, like by siphoning some gas out of a parent’s car or something. And that’s a nasty business. You have to get a length of garden hose and everything reeks of gas once you’re done. Read more

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