In the school's parking lot, I'm a bull in a china shop. Newly permitted. Pinched between a Jetta and a Jeep. Anxious I'll hit one or both of them when I attempt to reverse. Hands gripping the wheel, I'm hanging on by a thread when the cute redhead from Psych arrives and unlocks her Jeep. I wave clumsily, roll down the driver's side window, suppress a blush. She soothes with a smile, offers to make the first move, give me room to find my way. I spark the ignition, ready to follow her out of the labyrinth. Into the light.
Kendra Cardin creates a safe harbor for herself with poetry and storytelling. Her writings have been featured in a variety of publications.