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The Superman Boys of 1978

Or regrets in a parking lot

Photo by Uillian Vargas on Unsplash

We were young girls. The older men called us ‘kittens’. We checked our compact mirrors hourly. Wearing skin-tight jeans, tiny tops, and frosty pink lip-gloss, we were soft-skinned, wide-eyed and thrill-seeking.

Foreigner’s ‘Hot Blooded’ blasted from eight-track tapes as the men in cars circled. Teri and I walked, with an air of cool disinterest…




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Elizabeth O'Nuanain

Elizabeth O'Nuanain

I’m a sporadic writer; photographer; keeper of one dog; two cats and six hens; an abuse survivor; chronic pain sufferer and liberal user of semi-colons.

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