“Young Love”
                                                                      By: Kelly O’Kelly

      Robin and Jed stepped off the rattley old school bus at the corner of 4th and Cannery Road almost every day about three in the afternoon.  The coast was cold but if you could hide away from the wind, the sun felt just fine.  Twelve years of school was a long time and in the tiny fishing town of Lockport, Maine; “even longer.”  “The bus is out of sight now Robin, give me your hand.” Looking to see if it was true, she took Jed’s hand. “Only an hour to wait to catch the ferry over to Pilgrims Island, the Island where their people had always lived since they could remember.  “I saw you trying to make out with Sally Porter today in school Jed.”  “Come on Robin, You know damn well that me and Sally are nothing but friends; here,....... I got some cigarettes today,........ take one.”  Robin reached into the pack and took three.............  “One for now,........ and two ‘til tomorrow.”  “Your daddy catches you; you are on your own Robin; don’t you tell him that you got’em from me.”  “Why not Jed?”......  “I been getting them from you since we were nine or ten.”  “I don’t give a rats ass, maybe your old man will give me a job on the boat or something, and I don’t want him to catch us.”  “You know Jed; sometime I think that you are a big sissy.”  “I ain’t no sissy, I just don’t want to get caught, that’s all.”  Robin took the matches from Jed, lit the a cigarette; and took a long drag.  “That taste great, I’ve been waiting all day for one.”  She handed the matches back to Jed.  Setting his books on the lobster pots that lined one side of the road, he lit his own cigarette and blew out a long stream of white smoke.
 

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                                                                                                  By: Kelly O’Kelly