Woman, by Alex Antiuk

Her roller blades were interesting. Her pants as well. She had a beauty that grew. Each time she went past, I became more and more enthralled by her and her enlightened glory and presence. A growing beauty, possibly even a true beauty, skating by, circle after circle as all the boys, myself included, smoked our cigarettes and pretended not to be staring at the dark skinned beauty, towering in the sky, cyclically floating on what looked to be her mother’s 1980’s roller-skates.

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