Mighty Pen

John K Adams
ILLUMINATION
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8 min readApr 16, 2024

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Moving down the student union cafeteria queue, Kermit couldn’t help but notice her. They slid their trays mechanically along the stainless-steel counter. Slide. Stop. Repeat. He watched her careful choices and precise manner of organizing food on the tray, so nothing touched. Being a journalism major, spotting telling details was his mind-set.

When he accidentally bumped his tray into hers, she shot him a warning look. Her mane of tight blond curls took a moment to settle. He couldn’t place her despite her distinctive look.

Kermit apologized. “Sorry. Take your time. Didn’t mean to tail gate.”

She turned and slid her tray further down the line.

Kermit recognized her. The poster promoting Selene’s upcoming concert could not be missed. She was the local singing star who’d recently gained traction. Several of her songs were getting national air play. She was on the charts.

“Excuse me? Miss?”

She turned impatiently and nudged her tray away.

“Hi… aren’t you Selene? The singer? You go to school here?”

She tried to assess his character. After brief hesitation, she nodded.

“Goddess of the moon,” he said, as if that explained anything.

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John K Adams
ILLUMINATION

I write to see memory and language wrestle with reality. Please comment.